I have to just laugh at myself for a moment. On my current trip to my hometown, I knew that I was going to be away from the duties of home for over 10 days and I became a bit overzealous in my mental packing. There are NEVER enough hours in the day for me to complete all of the tedious tasks of housework on top of the care of my dear son and loving husband. I relished in the idea that I was going away for several days and became sneakily excited to catch up on my blog (um, first post in days!), organize my coupons, and lazily read the 3 books and 5 magazines that I lugged across 3 states. Needless to say I get the same amount of time to read, compute, and organize between the naps and feedings just as I did at home. You can take the mommy out of the house, but the baby stays on his schedule, laundry continues to pile up, and food demands preparation no matter where you are. There are no days off! I had a friend mention something about how most folks are excited about the short work week for the Thanksgiving holiday and how there are no short weeks in being a mommy. This rings true, but I would not trade it in the world.
In all actuality, I am getting more time to play with my son; which I am absolutely adoring chasing him around with his walker, reading his books over and over, and playing ball till his little hand falls off. Maybe this is the new definition of 'me time'. I can read when I am old.....
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