Wednesday, May 8, 2013
If You Give a Mom Alone Time
Or, I can read a book. Except my book is in the bedroom and I'd risk my precious freedom if I snuck in to retrieve it. I could do some yoga, but my mat is in the bedroom, too. (I didn't plan my escape very well.) Practice piano? Too loud. Take a nap? Too much coffee in the morning. Clean the closet? I don't want to get into the middle of a project and have to leave it undone. (And yes, that does sound kinda fun to me, in a sick, sick way.)
Okay, looks like doing the dishes has won out. But there are snacks in the kitchen, and once I have my nutella spread on a graham cracker, I need to sit down to eat it. Preferably at the computer so I can do something useful at the same time, like check Facebook. The kitchen looks daunting anyway, and I doubt I would even make a dent in the mess before the baby wakes up. I really want to make this time count since I have so little of it. I need to do something rejuvenating, something that will give me back at least part of what the kids have sucked out. Another snack. Maybe read some news. But that makes me feel even more useless since bad stuff keeps happening in the world and I'm doing nothing to make it a better place.
Maybe I'll just sit still and continue not doing anything. Breathe. Meditate. But from where I'm sitting, I can see the four gaping holes in the wall where the guitar hooks fell out last October, and the pile of books ready to fall off the shelf, and the dust bunnies fornicating under the front desk. I'll put these on my mental list of 'things to do when I have an entire week to clean and fix the apartment' (or when hell freezes over, because I don't know who is going to take three kids for an entire week while I clean my home.)
Hmm....I wonder what I could do with an entire week alone?