I have a question for moms of toddlers/babies: What would you do if you had 24 hours completely to yourself? Sounds like a little slice of heaven, doesn't it? Well, I had that glorious opportunity this past weekend and completely squandered it.
I had a bridal shower to attend and my husband took the kids down to his family's bay house for the day/night/following day. Seriously, why have I not figured out that I should make up some kind of girls-only event that I am obligated to attend more often? Chalk it up to increasingly multiplied amount of brain cells lost with each pregnancy/ kid. I will probably let something crop up in a few weeks again-- gotta space it out a little so he doesn't get too suspicious ;)
Well, it appears that, without the never ending to-do list, I am completely lost and helpless. My life is now a series of completing the tasks listed on a bunch of crumpled up papers in my diaper bag (never did make that transition back to a normal purse; now the massive saddlebag is filled with toys and trash, but equally as heavy and full as when it was filled with actual baby essentials).
So, for once, there was no to-do list this weekend. I finally hit the major nesting phase and went a little crazy being on top of things in the last 2 weeks or so. I have been eagerly ticking the tasks off my list until I got to the point where both my closet and the baby's are fully prepared for 10 degree weather if it hits tomorrow.
Which left me a full 24 hours of peace and infinite possibilities... but I forgot just what it is that I like to do for fun when I am by myself. Could it really have been that long since I have had a little free time to participate in a hobby or two? Let's see... about 5 years, so yea. Kinda sad that I hadn't noticed I don't have hobbies anymore, though. That's when you realize you have been reassuring yourself with: "but I am a good person!" Sure, that counts as a hobby.
I was certainly not going to start a book since I knew I would get maybe 50 pages into it, only to finish about a year and a half from now. And I didn't want to waste it on TV or a nap. I wanted to do something exciting, something that would make this 24 hours worth living for! Something like doing a really awesome painting or knitting a complete hat & mittens set or going for a 10 mile run-- you know, things that I am not remotely capable of doing. So what do you think I did?
Spent a truly humiliating amount of time thinking about "van configuration." I can only hope that most of you are saying "Oh, yea! Van configuration! I have thought about that a lot in my spare time." But my better judgement tells me that most of you are thinking "I'm sorry, van what?" The sad part is that I really enjoyed pondering the different ways I could move the van seats around to make the most space for 3 kids, myself and my 98 pounds of junk that goes with me every time we need to go for a 10 minute car ride. I was also really proud of myself that I took into consideration keeping the baby in his own separate row so he wouldn't get his eyes poked out by a big brother who likes to point out that the white part is separate from the colored and black parts of the eye ball.
By that time, I was just so exhausted from all of that intellectual stimulation, I ended up taking that dreaded nap I had been avoiding all day. And you know what? It was wonderful-- and pretty much everything I could have wanted or expected out of a little quiet time to myself. Sometimes you just can't teach an old dog new tricks... and I'm pretty ok with that ;)
Plus, I had to get my beauty rest for when these little hooligans busted back through the door. Honestly, I really missed them, even if it was for just a day.