Lately I’ve had a case of Overwhelm with a side of the Blahs, and I haven’t been sure what to do about it. Then the other night I let my husband put the kids to bed while I went to a movie by myself. That was the smartest decision I’ve made in a while.
I rarely get out of the house alone anymore unless it’s for a parent-related meeting or function. I’m terrible about pursuing Me Time because I either feel guilty for leaving my family, I talk myself out of the need, or I just get lazy. But the other night was a great reminder of why I need to do it.
I got to sit where I wanted to sit, I didn’t have to share my popcorn, and I didn’t have to listen or speak to anyone for more than two hours. Plus I am a freak about people talking in movies – NO REALLY PLEASE STOP TALKING – so it’s best for me to go alone and spare others my neurotic side eyes. I KNOW IT’S ONLY THE PREVIEWS BUT I STILL DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAKING. OR MOUTH BREATHING. OR EATING.
I don’t want to overstate the rejuvenating powers of a solo movie, but I felt like a new woman afterward. The next morning I must’ve still been high on theater fumes because I restarted my gym membership and worked out for the first time in eons. Then I came home and made kale chips.
It was like an out of body experience.
I may never manage to workout or eat kale again, but I am committed to more movie dates with myself. Because Mama needs to refuel every once in a while. Not to mention, nothing clears the mind and lifts the spirit like watching Hugh Jackman drop his pants for the sake of art. Seriously if you saw the X-Men movie, do you think he used a butt double? And if you could have any mutant power, which would it be? My superhero would be named Kale and she would silence chatty moviegoers with her bitterness and scornful glances.
Here’s to pushing the restart button. May your summer have both Me Time and We Time. Unless you claim that you don’t need any Me Time, in which case Kale shoots you a side eye, flaps her leaves and says, “Pfff shush.”
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HA! I love this! Probably because I’ve been feeling rather Overwhelmed with a side of the Blahs lately too. (I didn’t know what to call it, but you’ve coined the feeling perfectly my new IBF – that’s InternetBestFriend.)
So glad you were able to recharge. I think I’m going to head out to the movies by myself quite soon. (I’ll probably skip the kale though.) 🙂
IBF sounds like a disease – I’m glad you defined it otherwise I would’ve been on WebMD for hours. Definitely take a movie break!
Me Time IS THE BEST.
Go forth and do it more!
Amen. Henceforth I shall!
I wish Kale the Superhero went to every movie theater. Because, silence….ahhh.
I’m glad you got some quiet time to yourself. Take the guilt and throw it out the window.
Indeed. Mom Guilt is such a buzzkill.
Come visit me. Leave the kale chips to the rabbits.
Now that I read your post about Wasabi Triscuits, the kale chips don’t stand a chance.
Solo movie sounds soooooooo good.
Seriously. You should get on that.
Well…logistics are a challenge. But I made kale chips so I’d feel like a better person.
About 1/1,000,000th as good as a solo movie.
I just have the blahs. And I’d love to see a movie here alone! See, that’s something I can’t do- and even if I could it wouldn’t be in English. USA wins.
I cannot stand movie talkers. And I’m married to one. He will glance at me with a questioning look when something confusing happens or ask “Is he….?” and I’m all I DON’T KNOW WHY DON’T WE WATCH AND FIND OUT AND STOP TALKING. Possibly related, he’s not that quick on the uptake.
Oh the torture of the mid-movie question-asker. They need to sit in a special seating section. With a soundproof wall around it.