It has been a trying couple of
days,
weeks, months. With hubby's work schedule in overtime, I have been barely keeping my head above water these days. The kids have pushed me to the limit and I am drowning in half-finished tasks and housework. I've noticed an unusual amount of yelling in our home lately. Mommy has been...well, cranky, to say the least. Today, when I dropped both kids off at school, I should have gone home and worked endlessly in the child-free environment. However, I did not. I did the unspeakable. I took (gasp) a day off! I grabbed by purse (the small one, not the duffle bag filled with sippy cups, snacks and wet wipes) and headed out the door. I kidnapped my also overworked, under-appreciated cohort, Tina, and we headed out on the town. A child-free breakfast in a quaint little bistro, followed by two hours of child-free pampering at the nail salon, a child-free lunch and a little boutique shopping (with no whining or pawing of sticky little fingers). Just what the doctor ordered. I am a much happier Mommy this evening. The fact that I burned my dinner because of a popsicle emergency, barely phased me. So what if I slipped and fell because someone had a tea party in the dog water. (Picturing my happy place...hot stone leg massage) Dog vomit, not a problem. The dishwasher door is slammed shut by my helpful two year old, gashing open my shin...okay, perhaps I need a week off!
Signs you need a mommy day off:
- You schedule a pap smear just to lie down for a few moments in a child-free zone.
- You wonder just how long the kids could hold their breath underwater in the bathtub.
- You pick up the wooden spoon and everyone in the household runs in terror.
- You pull into the garage and debate whether or not to turn off the car.
- After a whole house search for the book you’ve been reading, you find it in the refrigerator next to a nearly empty bottle of wine.
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