Today I feel like, “Yes, I can possibly undertake the monumental task of mothering yet another day.” Yesterday I wasn’t so sure. I had been stuck at home with sick kids for five days and I thought I was going to go crazy. We have some issues with Meredith being whiny anyway but if you throw being sick into the mix, it’s out of control. Clara is also still under the weather and she’s more clingy and unable to play alone. To top it off, Kevin has been gone every night this week. So I’ve been doing dinner and the bedtime routine solo. Last night it was my turn to check out for the night!
I never realized I needed “alone time” until I had kids. I was talking with a friend on the phone last night and we agreed on this—you didn’t realize you needed alone time because you actually HAD it. Even if it was just your commute to work. You had time to be alone with your own thoughts. Maybe listen to music or talk radio. What a luxury!
I am a person who likes to read and think and have a little space in my life. This is something that is incongruent with having preschoolers in your care.
So it was with utmost joy and relief that I got in the car last night, without having to buckle in any kids, and ran a few errands and then sat at Starbucks, let the aromas and relaxing music wash over my tired soul, and read five chapters out of a really good book.
This was a little piece of heaven for a very weary mom.
Praise God for “alone time” and husbands who realize you’re at the end of your rope.