The road to enlightenment is bumpy and sometimes smells of bacon

So the bummer is that all the beautiful equanimity resulting from a good dose of buddhism for mummies only lasts as long as the mummy in question keeps up her bloody practice. If you don't "study the texts" or meditate for a couple of days, your kitchen will be a stinky mess and you will once again be surprised, and ever so mildly annoyed, if your baby dares to nap for less long than you planned. (I'm speaking hypothetically here, of course.) If only there was an enlightenment switch in the brain which could be flicked to "on" by reading the right book. That would be the ticket. No more bloody "journey," or "it takes a lifetime." I want to be free from urgent desires, and I want it now!

The way back to happiness often starts with a good lunch for me. If I bother to cook myself something tasty, instead of chucking together a slice of bread and a dollop of Nutella, there's a good chance the day will end better than it started. A quick perusal of the fridge and the cupboards only showed that I urgently need to go to the shops. There was some bacon Babes had bought, and a jar of pesto, and then some white bread left over from Marie's class breakfast yesterday. Now everyone knows the Buddha's famous saying

"For human to achieve happiness, sometimes pig must suffer."

so the pig got it. Vegetarianism will have to wait once again. The pesto was overkill (what a terrible choice of words, in light of the hog's demise) because it competed too much with the taste of the bacon. It would have been more respectful to trust the pork to shine by itself. Bread and bacon need no accompaniment, except for the bacon fat straight out of the pan. Or chicken. Or lettuce. Or tomatoes. Okay, it can have an accompaniment, but there was no call for pesto.

I will give the pork another chance to shine tonight, and properly this time. I saved the bacon fat in the pan and the leftover rashers of bacon, with the vague intention of doing "something" with them for dinner. I have since arranged to have dinner out with An tonight (see, I told you the day would get better), so I won't get to partake of the marvel I will cook up but cooked up it shall be. Maybe I'll get some chicken to go with the bacon. And some lettuce and tomatoes. Yes, that would be good.

I shall leave you now because Charlie is having another nap and I need to spend at least some of it regaining my sanity (meditating, studying my texts) so I can survive the hours until I get to escape the drudgery that is my everyday life (yay positive thinking) to go and have dinner with my darling sister.

Namaste, my beloved people. Namaste.