Adam Land

Adam has this ability…let’s say talent, for turning “it” off. This seems to work when the television is on, any program will do, or when it’s time to go to sleep. There have been many times I have been frustrated with this trip he takes to “Adam land” but the truth is that I’m jealous.

I have ants in my pants. The ants portion gets in the way of watching movies, catching all important components to a television show and causes me to have a never-ending amount of chores around the house. Some of it is the fact that I literally cannot focus on just one thing but some of it has to do with the fact that I can’t procrastinate so everything must be done right this second. Either way it has only intensified since I became a multi-tasking mother.
Adam, however, has not found fatherhood to invoke this problem on his ability to relax on the couch without a care in the world.

In a lot of ways it has caused me to be efficient, always thinking ahead to get a load of laundry in before tackling lunchtime craze. In other ways, like when we watch a television program, it causes me to be on Pinterest, Facebook and Google chat while missing who said what (which of course drives a man like Adam crazy).

I realize that it seems easy enough to just stop. Don’t go on the computer while watching tv, don’t fold laundry while watching a movie, etc. Almost as if I have a handicap, I literally can’t stop. And if I force myself to actually take a breather, I have the challenge of my brain. My brain cannot stop no matter what I do.

So as Adam easily drifts into slumber 3.4 seconds after we say good night, I’m up for however longer trying to get my brain to stop thinking. And these thoughts aren’t anything consequential like how to cure cancer. Rather, they are stupid things like what I’m going to wear the next day, what I need to get at the grocery store or blogs. And no matter how many sheep I count, I just can’t turn it off.

Lately with my pregger insomnia I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and find myself up for several hours. Is it my body’s way of training me for a newborn?!?! I feel pretty confident this would not be as much an issue if my brain came with an on/off button.

I have decided that instead of dreaming about an unrealistic trip to Hawaii, I’m going to wish that I too could reserve a room in “Adam land.” It seems like such a nice place to go to…or at least visit.