Easy Like Sunday Morning

So, I woke up at 6:40 this morning, leg and foot cramping in unison. This has become a daily thing for me. I've increased my water intake, upped my potassium, calcium and magnesium through diet and supplements, and I'm still startled awake by it.  I think it might be time to talk to the doctor about it again, but I'm open to hearing your non-medicinal (drugs, mainly) remedies. What I'm looking for is a way to avoid the leg cramps entirely, not just get rid of them once they've jarred me awake.

Anyway, since I was awake, and that usually means up for the day, I went downstairs to get underwear out of the dryer for Hubby, then saw two of his favourite "church shirts" needed ironing, so I got that done, too. Hauled his nice shorts out of the dryer, folded a couple of things for myself and brought it all upstairs. I switched the nightgown for clothes and farted around on Facebook until the muse spoke to me. So here I am, putting out my stream-of-consciousness for the day.

While trying to come up with a title for today's entry, I hit upon this song title from what I seem to recall as the 70s - by the Commodores (back when Lionel Ritchie was steering that boat). It occurred to me that while I had enjoyed the song in the past, I really didn't know all of the words, so a quick online search provided what I was looking for, and upon reading them, I realised that this gentle, catchy tune was actually a break-up song. Now, I don't know about you, but the break-ups in my life have never been as laissez-faire as this song makes it out to be; more to the point, they were either tear-filled, angst-ridden, or done with a sense of resignation or defeat. I never had a, "Well, I've done what I can, and it's not what I wanted, so I'm out of here" kind of break-up. Some may argue that this is precisely how my first marriage ended, and on its surface, it may have looked that way. But in reality, I spent several years privately agonising and trying to make things better, and when that didn't work, I made stupid mistakes that made things worse. I was a coward, and it took me two years from the point that I knew my marriage was over until something finally happened to bring it to its conclusion. Even then, I didn't have the courage to do it - the credit for that goes to BD.

In retrospect, it was the right decision for both of us, as we are clearly happier with other people, and we can co-parent as best as most people, and better than some. We're not perfect - but we're still figuring that out as we go along and things happen to create new normals for us all. While the marriage wasn't the right thing for the two of us in the end, we did two things very right, indeed. Primus and Secunda are two of the best things I've ever done in my life, and I would go through it all again if it meant that they were in my world.

 Enough rambling for now. It's time to wake up the house and get ready for church - have a wonderful Sunday, everyone.

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'Easy Like Sunday Morning' by The Commodores (just in case you don't know the words like me)

Know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl, you know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole and I borrowed, yeah

Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning

Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everybody wants me to be, what they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it, no

Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning

I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free, just me, babe

That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning

Because I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning