“Has anyone seen my blue reading glasses?” I called to anyone in the house that was in earshot.

No answer.

“Come on!” I cried. “I can’t make dinner until I find them!”

That got them all running.

“Where did you see them last?” Steven asked as he magically appeared in the kitchen next to me.

“In this drawer where I always keep them.” I said pointing to the junk drawer next to the stove.

“Do you want me to get you a pair from your desk?” Alex asked.

“The purple ones stay at my desk.” I said. “I’m looking for the blue kitchen glasses.”

“What about the pair you keep in your purse?” Steven was ready to go find my purse.

“No. Those are the black and white one’s they stay in my purse.” I insisted. “I need the blue kitchen ones to make dinner.”

Steven and Alex looked at one another.

“Are they different prescriptions?” Steven asked.

“No.” I answered.

“So what’s the difference?” Alex asked.

Now it was my turn to look exasperated. “I have different color glasses for different places in the house.” I explained. “This way if one of them gets misplaced I know where they came from and I can return them and not have to go through this!” I cried sweeping my hand in front of the drawer that didn’t have my glasses in them anymore.

“So why can’t you use a different pair for now and we’ll look for your blue ones after dinner?” Steven suggested.

“Oh…I’m not falling for that one.” I said as I slowly closed the drawer and looked at my now famished looking family. “If I do that no one will help me look for them after dinner. But if I say I can’t cook without them I’ll have plenty of help finding them.” I had to smile as I looked at their begrudgingly agreeable faces.

“She’s got a point.” Steven said as he looked at Alex. “You go look in the living room and I’ll go check in our bedroom.”

The two of them set off in search of my glasses. I had to smile at the power that withholding food seemed to have on them.

“They’re not in here!” Alex called from the living room.

“I’m coming up empty in here, too!” Steven called. “You go check her office and I’ll go look in the car.”

I watched as the two of them headed in different directions.

That’s when I saw my purse sitting on the dining room chair. I thought I could at least help in the search so I began unloading my bag on the dining room table.

Steven and Alex came into the room as I was finishing up the search.

“Did you find them?” Steven asked.

I held up four pairs of glasses I’d found at the bottom of my purse, including the blue ones. “I guess I haven’t been doing such a great job at keeping track of where they’re suppose to stay.” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and began throwing my stuff back in my bag.

“Are you making dinner now?” Steven asked.

I put my blue reading glasses on and picked up the take out menu for our favorite pizza place. “I am.” I said as I picked up the phone to place our order.

“Do you want to go to a yoga class with me?” This question was coming from a friend who was always trying to find a new way to keep herself in shape.

Of course my first thought was to say, “Heck no, I enjoy my extra pounds.” but I would have been lying so instead I said. “Sure, that sounds like fun.”
As I was trying to convince myself that maybe this would be the perfect exercise for me she had to ask, “Do you have a yoga mat and outfit?”

“Can’t I just wear my sweats and use a beach towel?” I asked. “I already own those.”

“You know, maybe you’re right. You should see if you like yoga first before you buy the outfit and mat.”

I had to smile. This tactful remark was coming from a friend who knew the chances of me liking a form of exercise was pretty slim. But she kept trying with me and I loved her for that.

On the first day of our class we filed down the stairs to the basement of a church. I was amazed at just how many people were in the class.

Our instructor stood in the center of our group and introduced himself. Now I know this sounds mean but I did give him the once over. I was checking to see if he had any unsightly fat hanging anywhere on him. As I’ve already explained, I’m not big on exercise so I decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t take instruction from anyone who didn’t have a body shape I was looking for. If they do this professionally and have swinging arm fat or a saggy butt why would I want to waste my time taking body sculpting tips from them?

Personally I think I’m just looking for any excuse not to go to a class but he looked fine, so I claimed my spot on the floor and stretched out my beach towel.

He started explaining what we were going to be doing in a very slow calm voice. Soft music was playing in the background. I began to wonder if this was actually going to be fun. Then he turned down the lights and I just knew this was the type of exercise program I’d been searching for all my adult like.

He calmly explained each position he wanted us in, then began wandering around the room.

“Now close your eyes and clear your mind.” he instructed.

I don’t know about anyone else but whenever I’ve heard the expression clear-your-mind I immediately begin to list all the things that happened to be in my mind at that particular time. Then I began to wonder just how many people can actually clear their mind when someone asks them to. So, of course, as I’m pondering these deep thoughts I’d missed the explanation of the position he wanted us to be in.

I opened my eyes to peek at the person next to me to see what they were doing.

His calm voice happened to be standing right over me, “Your eyes should be closed.” he stated.

“Oh, sorry.” I closed my eyes and lay there wondering just how stupid I looked laying there doing nothing.

“Keep your mind clear.” he said again.

“Oh great!” I thought as the lists popped up in my head again. This time listing all the times I’d looked stupid in public places. The list was so long that sweat began popping out on my forehead. Once again I hadn’t heard his last instruction but I was afraid to peek.

The more I worried about looking stupid just laying there the heavier I perspired.

That’s when I realized that many instructors have stated that the more you sweat the better the workout is.

So as I laid in the dark mopping my upper lip with the sleeve of my shirt I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe yoga was the perfect workout for me.

My husband, Steven walked into the kitchen to find me standing at the counter holding a handful of little yellow leaves. “It seems that I’m slowly killing it.” I said sadly.

Steven’s sister had sent him a bonsai tree for his birthday. I was so happy when it first arrived. I read the card that came with the tree. “When it blooms it’s going to be covered with rosy pink flowers!” I read to Steven as he was busy unwrapping all of the protective material that a bonsai seemed to need when it traveled.

“I’m glad you like it, because these things need a lot of care and I’m never going to have the time or patience to do it.” he said.

At the time I couldn’t believe how silly he sounded, but now that I’ve been trying to care for this unbelievably needy plant for the past two weeks, I’m beginning to lose patience myself.

“I read that you can’t let it dry out because that would be a huge shock to its system.” I said. “But I keep forgetting to leave the water out for twenty-four hours so all the chlorine will evaporate. Now I’m guessing that it doesn’t like our tap water.” I complained as I picked up another yellow leaf from its delicate limb. “Then it has to have just the right amount of morning light that I can’t seem to find in this house. Even if I could find the right exposure it can’t be too close to the window because it might feel a draft.” I was still picking more yellow leaves and throwing them in the trash. “It also can’t be too close to any of the heating ducts because we have forced hot air and that will kill it in an instant!”

“I told you they were a lot of work.” Steven reminded me.

“For all the nurturing and care I’ve had to put into this thing your sister could have sent you a puppy for your birthday! At least puppies are cute and give back some love and show some appreciation for all you do for them!” I whined.

Our boys, Alex and Max, walked into the kitchen. “Has Mom killed the bonsai yet?” Alex asked.

“Not yet, but it looks like it’s on its way.” Steven said as he pointed to the pile of yellow leaves in the trash.

Alex looked disappointed. “I guess I lose that bet.” he said.

Max started to smile. “It looks like I might win this thing after all.”

“Hold on a minute.” Steven said. “It was my birthday present. I should really be the one to win this bet.”

“She’s going to have to keep it alive for another week for you to win.” Alex reminded him.

Wait a minute.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You three placed bets on how long it’s going to take me to kill this thing?”

“We all know you’re not very good with plants, Mom.” Alex said. “I never really thought it would make it through the first week, so I thought I was being generous taking the two week bet.”

“I had more faith in you.” Max said. “That’s why I gave you three weeks before it got tossed in the trash.”

I looked over at Steven.

“I’ve got the fourth week.” he admitted.

“I can’t believe you guys!” I was actually a bit hurt by their bet. “You’ve seen how much time and effort I’ve put into this thing.”

“We know that.” Steven said. “But come on, it’s a bonsai.” he reasoned. “You have to admit the odds were against you from the beginning.”

I’d been locked in the house for almost a week with the flu. I’d been banned to my room, shades closed, my cell phone at my bedside table next to a water bottle that I kept refilled from the bathroom sink. The only person I saw besides my ‘friends’ on T.V, was my husband, Steven who periodically came into the room to see if I was ready to eat anything. My sons kept a safe distance away, calling me on the phone a few times a day to say hi.

When I finally felt strong enough to leave my bedroom I walked into the living room, the sun was streaming in the picture window. I felt like I needed to shade my eyes, it had been so long since I’d seen daylight.

“How are you feeling?” my son Alex asked.

“Better.” I said.

“Are you still contagious?” he asked.

“Probably.” I admitted. “I’ll stay away from you. But I just want to go out on the back deck and get some air.” I said.

As I stepped outside I couldn’t believe how different the yard looked in only a few days. The daffodils were blooming, the forsythia bush in the neighbors yard had popped. Our neighborhood Cooper hawk was circling around the tree line, grabbing sticks and taking it up to his nest in the neighbor’s tree top.

That’s when Steven came outside. “When did you get up?” he asked.

“A few minutes ago.” I turned my face up to feel the warmth of the sun. “I feel like I’ve been sick for so long that I missed the season changing.” I whined. “When did their cherry blossom tree come to life?” I asked, pointed to the tree in the neighbor’s back yard.

“A few days ago.” Steven said as he leaned against the rail. “Did you see all of our daffodils?”

The dozens of daffodils that Alex and I had transplanted last spring dotted the back yard. “They’re beautiful.” I sighed. “What else is coming up?”

Steven pointed to the side fence. “The tiger lilies are just starting to peek out and your lilac bush out front has just started to show some green.”

“I feel like I’ve been hibernating.” I said as I rubbed my eyes and looked back up in the tree tops as the Cooper hawk made large gliding circles, skimming the top branches. “Do you think they’ve already laid their eggs?”

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “It’s still pretty early in the season.” he said. “I don’t think you’ve missed much.” I knew he was trying to make me feel better.

“I guess there’s still plenty of spring left for me to see.” I agreed.

“So you haven’t been watching the news, have you.” Steven asked.

“No, why?”

“There’s still plenty of winter left to see.” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s going to be a snowstorm this weekend.”

I started to laugh. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious.” he said. “I’m sure it won’t stay on the ground for long, but still…we’re not done with the snow yet.”

“But spring is everywhere!” I cried looking back at all the daffodils. “I’m ready for spring!”

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you came out of hibernation a few days too early.” he said.

I had just gotten home from work and went right to the couch to lay down.

“Are you okay?” my husband Steven asked when he walked in and saw me laying there holding my stomach.

“I don’t feel so good.” I whined.

Steven stepped back a few feet, “Are you getting that stomach bug that’s been going around?” I could tell what he really wanted to do was cover his face with a mask and get the can of Lysol to spray me down.

“No, it’s not the stomach bug.” I said unbuttoning the top button of my pants. “I just ate a whole sleeve of Do-Si-Do’s on the way home from work.” I shook my head in disgust. “I do it every time it’s Girl Scout cookie season.”

“The whole sleeve?” Steven said. “We only live ten minutes away from work! How can you eat that many?”

“What can I say?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I hit every traffic light.”

“How many boxes did you buy this year?” he asked.

I didn’t want to answer that, so I just pointed to the filled shopping bag sitting on the table.

“Are you kidding me!” he began digging through the bag. “Thin mints, Samoas, Tagalongs and more Do-Si-Do’s!” He dropped the boxes back in the bag. “How pathetic did this kid look for you to buy this many boxes!”

Now it was my turn to looked confused. “I didn’t buy them from a kid.” I said. “I haven’t seen a kid sell these in years. Unless, of course, you count the kids who hang out in front of the grocery stores. But by then I’m so sick of these cookies I just walk right by them.” I pointed to the bag. “I got these from one of my co-workers. They leave the order form on the break room table.” I shrugged my shoulders again. “I must have been hungry when I ordered.”

“You know these aren’t even very good cookies.” Steven complained.

“I know.” I tried to sit up but my stomach still hurt. “It’s because you can only get them once a year. It’s marketing genius!”

By now our son, Alex walked in the room. “What’s wrong with Mom?” he asked Steven as I laid there with my eyes closed and my hand still holding my stomach. “Is she sick?”

“I can hear you.” I said. “You can ask me directly.”

Steven decided to answer for me. “She ate too many Girl Scout cookies.”

“We have Girl Scout cookies?” Now Alex seemed interested. “Where are they?”

Steven pointed to the shopping bag. “Take your pick.” he said. “She bought enough to last the whole year.”

Alex and I started to laugh.

“You know they’ll be gone by the weekend, don’t you?” I said.

Alex opened a box of thin mints.

“Don’t eat too many.” Steven warned. “You don’t want to ruin your appetite for dinner.”

Now it was time for me to groan again. “I don’t think I’m up to cooking anytime soon.”

Alex tucked the box of cookies under his arm. “This is fine for me.” he said as he headed back to his room.

“Great now there’s not going to be any dinner?” Steven complained.

I handed him a box of Tagalongs.

It had been a long week and I had just scrubbed and put away the last pan from dinner when my son Alex came out into the kitchen and began opening cabinets.

“Are you going grocery shopping anytime soon?” he asked as he closed one cabinet and opened another.

“Maybe tomorrow.” I said as I headed for the living room to finally kick off my shoes and lay down on the couch.

“There’s nothing to eat in here.” He complained as I heard the microwave start up.

“There’s leftover chicken and rice from dinner.” I called as I grabbed the television remote and began scrolling though the listings to see what mind numbing, non-thought provoking show I was going to pretend to watch while I closed my eyes for a few minutes.

“I just ate that for dinner.” he said. “I’m looking for something else.”

“So make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” I suggested.

“We’re out of bread.”

“Make it with waffles.” I called. “You like that.”

“Maybe later.” The microwave beeped and I heard him open the door.

“So what did you make.” I asked.

“I found a frozen chicken taquito in the back of the freezer.” He walked into the living room holding his plate as he took a bite of his snack. “This doesn’t taste right.” he complained. “How long have this been in the freezer?”

“Honestly, I don’t even remember buying them.” I admitted. “Maybe your Dad picked them up on one of his shopping trips.”

Alex dropped his snack back on his plate. “So this could be months old?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe.”

I’m not eating this then.” He looked at me with sad eyes. “So, we’re back to nothing to eat in this house.”

“Do I have to remind you that we just finished dinner about ten minutes ago?” I wasn’t feeling sorry for him no matter how pathetic he tried to look.

“That was First Dinner.” He said. “You know we always have Second Dinner right after you clean the kitchen.”

Just then Steven walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. “Are you going grocery shopping soon?” he asked.

“Are you kidding me!” I cried.

Steven looked confused. “What?” He looked at Alex for help. “I was just in the kitchen and there’s nothing to eat.”

“WE JUST ATE DINNER!” I reminded them.

“And it was good.” Steven assured me. “But now it’s time for snacks and there’s nothing to eat.”

“There’s leftover chicken and rice.” I said. “Try heating that up.”

Steven looked at Alex again. Alex shrugged his shoulders. “We just ate that.” Steven said. “We want something else now.”

“I tried telling her that.” Alex said to him. “She doesn’t seem to get it.”

“Oh I get it.” I said as I adjusted the pillow under my head and looked back at the television. “You two are trying to guilt me into going grocery shopping tonight and I’m not doing it. There’s plenty to eat out there. Go find something.”

The two of them turned around and headed back into the kitchen. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep with the sound of cabinet doors opening and closing.

I was showered, dressed and ready for another hectic day at work. My lunch was packed, my car was warming up and I was just smoothing out the comforter on my bed when I patted my pillow and said, “I’m going to miss you.” I sighed as I took one last wrinkle out of the covers. “I’ll be counting the minutes until we’re together again.”

Just then Steven came out of the bathroom. “Ah.” he said. “That’s so sweet. I’m going to miss you too!”

He’d startled me. “I didn’t know you were in there.” I said.

Now Steven looked confused. “You didn’t?” He looked around the room. “Then who were you talking to when you said you were going to miss them and that you’d be counting the minutes until you were together again?” I could hear a slight annoyance in his voice.

I patted the bed. “I was talking to my side of the bed.” I smiled but I felt a little silly getting caught talking to a mattress.

“You were talking to the bed?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “What can I say…you know how much I love to sleep.”

Steven laughed. “I sure do. You can do ten hours on a weekend without a problem.”

“It’s not ten hours.” I corrected. “I might be in bed for ten hours but I’m up and down so many times during the night that I’m really only getting six or seven hours of actual sleep.”

Steven didn’t look convinced. He looked back at the bed. “I know how much you love to sleep but I didn’t know you talked to the bed like that.” He looked a bit hurt. “When you say good-by to me in the morning it’s usually with a quick kiss and you asking if I’m going to be home for dinner.”

“I’m sorry.” I said, I felt so guilty. I looked at the clock and could see I was now running late. I went over to him to give him a quick kiss. “I’m going to miss you.” I said. “I’ll be counting the minutes until we’re together again.” I smiled at him. “Does that make you feel better?”

Steven shook his head as he looked at me. “Not when I know you said it to the bed first.”

I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it up to him. “What if I stopped at the store after work and got whatever you wanted for dinner tonight?”

“Whatever I want?” Now he seemed interested.

“Sure.” I said. “You’ll beat me home so you can already be in your sweats relaxing on the couch and have full control of the channel changer when I get in.”

“That sounds nice.” he said.

“So we’re good?” I asked, as I glanced at the clock one more time. “No more hurt feelings?”

“That depends.” he said.

“Depends on what?” I asked.

“What I decide I’d like for dinner tonight.” he said. “I’m going to have to give this some thought.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey, I don’t get to choose the dinner menu very often.”

I looked at the clock one more time. “I’m going to be late.” I said grabbing my purse and heading for the door. “Text me when you decide.”

“I will.” he called as I closed and locked the front door.

As I walked to the car, thinking about the hours I’d just added to the already long day I had ahead of me, I made a very important decision. That was the very last time I was going let him catch me talking to the bed.

I was busy loading the dishwasher while Steven cleared off the table. As he handed me a pile of dirty plates it seemed to trigger a romantic thought for him.

“Is there anything special you want for Valentine’s Day this year?” he asked.

I began scraping bits of leftover pork chops into the trash. “I don’t know.” I said. “Why don’t you surprise me?”

Steven groaned. “I hate when you ask me to surprise me. You never like what I come up with.”

“That’s not true,” I argued. “I love your gifts.”

“See, that’s what I mean.” he said. “You just said gifts. So, if I took you out to dinner, you’d be disappointed because what you were really looking for was a new pair of earrings.”

“I don’t want a pair of earrings.” I said as I rinsed the plates before putting them in the dishwasher.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Steven complained. “If you were looking to go out to dinner, I’d make the mistake of bringing you a box of candy. If you wanted candy this year, I’d think it could all be said in a card.”

I had to smile as I made room in the bottom rack for the serving bowls. I loved the fact that he was worried about coming up with the right gift. I closed the dishwasher door and pushed the start button. Leaning against the counter, I watched as Steven put the salad dressing away. “Whatever you come up with will be perfect.” I said.

That’s when Steven had another idea. “Why don’t you tell me your favorite Valentine’s gift I’ve given you and maybe that will help me pick something out for you this year?”

I didn’t have to think very long.

“Remember a few years back when we had a really heavy snow? You took the boys outside and after a few minutes you called me on the phone and told me to go upstairs and look out the window.” I smiled as I remembered the day. “When I looked out the window there were all of my guys standing in the front yard, pointing to the heart shapes you’d made in the snow with your boots.”

I went over and gave Steven a kiss on the cheek. “That was my favorite Valentine’s Day present.” I said.

Steven looked out the window where all the snow from last week had melted. Only a few piles of dirty snow were left. Steven turned back to me. “Okay, so what was your second favorite present?”

Steven walked by my office and stopped when he saw that I was bent over with my hands wrapped about my ankles while I unsuccessfully tired to press my head somewhere close to my knees.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was reading an article on how to cut back on my caffeine intake.” I wheezed. “It says that any inverted yoga pose is just as energizing as a cup of coffee or tea.” I was really hoping it was true because right at that particular moment it felt like my head was about to explode and I was pretty sure it wasn’t from the lack of caffeine in my system.

“How long do you have to do that?” he asked.

“It said only about two minutes.” I felt like my two minutes were up so I stood and quickly sat back down in my desk chair.

“How do you feel” Steven asked.

“Dizzy.” My eyes were busy following the burst of little stars as they floated around in front of me. “Maybe I got up too fast.”

“Well, as long as you’re feeling energized.” Steven laughed.

“It’s not working yet.” I complained. I gave myself a few seconds then got back down on my hands and knees, I pushed my legs up straight so that my knees were locked and my rear end was sticking up in the air. “I’m going to try some downward facing dog instead.”

“How is that going to be any different that what you just did?” he asked.

“This one involves the pose and my breathing.” I told him.

“You weren’t breathing with the last one?”

“You trying taking a deep breath while your head is smashed up against your knees.” I argued.

“I guess that’s true.” Steven took a sip of his coffee. “So how long do you have to hold this pose?”

“Can you wait a minute?” I asked. I pulled a deep breath in through my nose and slowly released it through my mouth. “I shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m supposed to be concentrating on my breathing.”

Steven leaned against the door frame to wait. After a few more deep breaths I got up from my pose and looked at Steven.

“So, did that one work?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “At least I’m not as dizzy anymore. But I’m not sure I’m feeling energized with either one of them.”

Steven held out his mug for me to see. “Have you thought about skipping the torture and just having a little caffeine?”

“I know.” I sighed. I missed the several cups of tea I’d usually be drinking throughout my day. “But it was too much. It’s time for me to find something else that’s going to wake me up in the morning.” I went to grab a towel and headed for our bathroom. “The article also said that if I end my shower with a quick burst of cold water it would perk me up and get me ready to start my day.”

Steven laughed again. “I know that’s how I’d want to start my days.” He called as he took another sip of his coffee. “Dizzy, cold and still tired.”.

I have to admit, he was beginning to get me to rethink my caffeine-free morning