Paging Mary! Please return to your senses, Mary


It’s Monday, that most hallowed of days when both children are dispatched to preschool for a glorious six full hours. My house is clean (thank you, cleaning lady), my errands have been completed, I just finished a lovely lunch of tomato soup and a grilled cheese, I have two toothsome candy bars awaiting me and a whole crop of shows on TiVo with which to pass the afternoon. So you can imagine my surprise when, as I was innocently putting things away in the refrigerator, I was accosted by a thought so outrageous, so downright blasphemous, that I scarcely dare to give voice to it.

I thought: “Gee, I can’t wait till the kids get home.”
What was I thinking? I mean, it’s only a short leap from there to an “Ask Me About My Kids” bumper sticker. When did I go soft? Ms. “I Need My Space,” Ms. “A Mommy Without ‘Me’ Time is a Cranky Mommy,” unappreciative of the gift of a six-hour stretch in which no one, not one single person, shared with me the intimate specifics of his or her most recent bodily function? And it’s not like I haven’t seen my kids much lately. We are with each other every. damned. day. I haven’t been taking much “me time” lately, partly because no one has suggested anything and partly because I haven’t had any money to do anything by myself. Could it be that I’m getting used to it?
Come to think of it, now that I look back — I haven’t really felt the urge to get out on my own in the past few weeks. Usually I get the itch at least once a week to take off by myself — shopping, to the book store, to get a bite to eat. But for some reason, lately, it hasn’t been a priority. I suppose that, with all the turmoil in my life recently, there is some convoluted psychological explanation for all of it. Death and the fragility of life and kids grow up too damned fast and before you know it they are out of the house and your life is a barren wasteland, blah-dee-blah-dee-blah. Whatever. All I know is it is a new and strange sensation for me to be sitting smack in the middle of my “day off” and suddenly realize I look forward to it ending.
Thank goodness I have my “me” trip coming up in less than two weeks. Perhaps that will shock me back to my normal self. Because, while it may be all right for some people, I don’t want to be a person who is totally happy doing nothing but The Mom Thing 24/7. I want to have the desire to do things for myself — in moderation; not to the detriment of the family, of course.
Till then, only an hour and forty minutes until the kids come home. Um….yay?


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

4 responses

  1. That is very funny well know you know how I feel all the time the last time I took off from the famly was when JZ was born and thats it I really never think of having alone time…or even just going out with chris…..

  2. Sounds like a perfect day! And isn’t it nice to be in the state of mind where you wish your children were home instead of being glad they were gone? 🙂

  3. Its only a matter of time before you are swallowed up to be the 24/7 mom. I envy your me time! You know I am the opposite, but I do wish I had that few hours even once a week to just relax!
    See you on Wednesday!