Ugh. I wanted to blog. Really, I did. I even wrote two blog posts. But both of them sounded so... ugh. Depressing? Not something anyone would really want to read anyway... so I deleted them. Plus, with all the interruptions, they didn't seem to make much sense anyway. ;)
Maybe I should try again? On a lighter note? Ahem...
Confession: Sometimes I want to be nothing for a day.
You saw it here first! Nothing. I want to be NOTHING for one day. Not have any responsibilities, not have to clean up the baby powder sprinkled all over the change table, change poopy diapers, launder clothes that the cat pooped/puked all over, or mow lawn. Not need to bake or cook or clean the house. Not have to do dishes or fix boo boos or break up fights over toys I'd love to smash with a hammer (make sure you read that in Emperor's-New-Groove-Yzma's voice. Haven't seen that movie? Watch it! It will make you laugh!). Absolutely nothing. For one day.
But I also know one thing. It would probably only be midway through that one day and I would miss it. I would remember all the blessings and wonderful things that I forget in the midst of prying my daughter's hair out of my son's fist, or searching for that silly toy once again only to find it went into the floor register. I would remember the hugs, the 'I love you's, the dances, the kisses, and the smiles. And I'd miss it.
But right now, I'd still like to be nothing... maybe only for an hour or two.
2 comments:
Oh yes... TOtally hear that.
And it's important to set that time aside for yourself.
I try to get one 'Mommy's Day Out' each month. It's a day for me to do anything at all, except work or errands. And it recharges me.
I get back (after bed time ... yay!) and watch those littles sleep. I get to reach the point of missing them. I return with more to give.
It's vital to my sanity, and my family is richer for it.
(please! don't settle for just an hour or two! Get out for one. whole. day. Stay out past bedtime. You'll be glad you did.) :)))
Here's to rest!
Of many kinds ;)
I think we all feel that way sometimes. My particular fantasy is 24 hours in an immaculately clean hotel room with no phone and a big pile of books and a super-comfy bed with crisp white sheets. This fantasy gets me through the day.
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