For the first time in a really really really long time I am being selfish. By selfish I mean that 99.9 percent of my day I am catering to my own needs and no one else's. Strange, I don't think that I've felt this way for over a year, maybe two? I'm in Phoenix taking concentrated graduate music classes for three weeks while Jack is watching the kids (blessed wonderful man!)
For those of you who aren't in the mommy time of life, you might not think that any of the things that I will mention are extremely exciting, but others of you will smile and wistfully remember the time in your life when these things were a given.
I get to go to the bathroom, by myself, not holding anyone or talking to anyone or listening to anyone--with the door closed.
When it is time to eat lunch I can ask myself, "What do I really feel like eating?" and do it, with a minimum of fuss and drama.
I can spread myself out in the bed and not worry about hitting anyone or being elbowed, grabbed, kicked, or cried on.
I have time to put makeup on in the morning.
I actually care about putting on makeup in the morning.
I will go hours without having a single conversation about poop.
I don't have to check with someone before I use the computer (Max or hubby)
I don't have to watch a kids TV show.
I don't even have to worry about putting out tantrum fires.
Lest you think that I'm unduly enjoying my alternate universe, I confess that I'm missing out on the good things too, like sticky kisses, cuddles, and sibling laughter.
It's a nice break, though.
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