I’m contemplating treating myself to a day at the spa.
Not really.
But seriously… can it be that a celebration is in order?
Nah… I never feel right spoiling myself.
I’m always doing the pampering, not receiving the pampering.
Maybe that ought to change, too.
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DO IT!
Kate,
Go ahead and laugh at me, but my idea of a spa day would be a long day of no have-to’s, no meals to cook, no clothes to fold, and uninterrupted time to write, with a clear head that isn’t worrying about neglecting my kids.
How can that be arranged? Don’t forget your loving extended family who would be happy to entertain your kids for a day! Wish I were there to do so. Hope you can make it happen. Sending lots of love!
Ask the kids to first help you with the folding of clothes beforehand.
Then ask grammy to sit with the kids for about 6 hours over her house.
And order a pizza for dinner.
You might even be able to fit in a bubble bath!
Kate and Donna,
Thank you for inadvertently calling me on my crap.
Will is 12 and fully capable of keeping an eye on his sister, who is incredibly independent and doesn’t require much from me anyway. In fact, at this moment Will is shoveling 5 inches of fresh snow, and Jen is rolling around in the piles he’s creating. (Home school recess!)
I DO have lots of folks to call to pitch in, who would pitch in if I asked.
I plan ahead and always have spaghetti sauce and taco meat in the freezer. Hell, for that matter Will could whip up some pancakes for supper.
Just two nights ago, while I was fixing dinner, I asked if they could go find their own clean clothes, fold them and put them away. Check! (Without any complaints, even!)
Clearly, with as much time as I spend with these two kids reading, playing games, discussing stuff, laughing and singing, they are NOT neglected.
So what is this about?
It’s about MY HEAD. If I could get MY HEAD out of the way, I’d get the book done.
Thanks for your suggestions and encouragement, and for leading me in the direction of acknowledging what my real issue is.
Take the day off and do it! If you are like me your day will become a few hours, but will be so worth it. Something about being so connected with your kids makes it hard to “turn the mommy thing off” even for a short time. After you get YOUR DAY, maybe in the near future, we could have a day.
Debbie,
Yep. Some days it feels like my ‘Mom’ hat is glued to the top of my head.
Meet me at The Scoop. ;)
More accurately, the ‘Mom” hat is NAILED to your head. Get out that hammer and put the claw end to work. Then take your day!
Pat,
OW!
Okay, okay, your message is coming through, loud and clear.
Nice visual on the hammer claw and the hat.
Yikes.