A grapetini for all of you in the real world is sugar-free grape Kool-Aid, a splash of Grey Goose over ice. Why would I possibly drink such an abysmally uninspired cocktail? This is my punishment for not paying attention. The 8 yo managed to get in the car knowing I was off to the supermarket, I try and limit this occurrence for sanity's sake. He has mastered the art of breaking you down at the supermarket and we invariably play some twisted version of supermarket, DUCK, DUCK, GOOSE.
J-"Can we get this?"
J-"we probably can't get this either?"
me-(DUCK) "how right you are"
J-Wow, we really couldn't get this, you just know it's bad for you"
J-"can we get these blackberries"
me-(DUCK) "Sure, wait is that really $5.99 for a pint(less than a cup) of Organic blackberries?"
J-"it's good for you mom"
me-(DUCK) "dude, it's $6-listen I promise I will got to Berkeley Bowl tomorrow and spend WAY less than $6 if you want blackberries."
J-resigned, defeated look, lip stuck out-"OK"
now we are in line: "hey mom this Kool-Aid is on sale, it's only 99 cents, can we get it?"
me(Goose) "Ok, just this once"
As I unpack the groceries I notice that the Kool-Aid is in fact the dreaded SUGAR FREE which my kids can't drink. Give me a little C & H in the familiar pink bag before some chemical contraband any day of the week. I however consider the chemical contraband the least of my worries considering what my liver has processed over the years so I'm resigned to drink it. Ergo the grapetini is born.
Paying attention is something that very few people master. Almost everyone multi-tasks. In fact to NOT multi-task is considered the ultimate slacker. Paying attention means one singular task not twenty. I realized that even, if only once a day I can live in that very moment, it's the equivalent of a mind nap. In my search for living in the moment I experimented.
I tried Yoga and in the downward dog, I was thinking about what to make for dinner. Pilates found me stretched out on some reformer, trying to pinpoint the smell of the cleaner from their machine. Lifting weights which used to offer me such great stress relief, became a thinking exercise. "Crud that dude is on the leg press so for legs I need to do something else. "Hmmm the squat rack has a line too, etc." Sarah and her bootcamp give me that hour. Loud pop music blasting and directions such as, " we are stepping up on the box, lifting your leg up and thrusting these weights over your head in a shoulder press using perfect form," I have nary a thought of what's for dinner. In fact, it runs along the line of WHAAAT? Suspended from a TRX, my only thought is: DON'T FACE PLANT! I originally joined bootcamp because my thighs would spark when I ran and well, it was TIME. It has turned into a great mind nap while being active which is a big WIN. Whether you go with Zynga,(who has a lot of my $ compliments of the 8yo cracking the password) and design a city where everything is where you want it, bouldering or knitting, take your mind nap! Otherwise you will find yourself drinking grapetini's and this is a BAD thing. Even though it's only 11am, I promise I won't end up like Suzy Jenkins! ( youtube)