My moods were all over the map when I was 10, I was uber-self-reflective and obsessive. And here we are in 2010---same thing. Sure I'm a little wiser. A lot more experienced. But basically the same.
I can slice this bread a thousand ways, but it is still bread.
And being a mom of young children only adds a few sesame seeds to the loaf, changes the flavor up slightly, but it is still bread that I'm sawing with my serrated knife.
I vent about the same darn issues as a mom. Being a slave to my little ones' needs. Feeling like I do the brunt of the work. Needing some moments of adult-time or silence to help me get through the day.
Yesterday was especially tiring, if for no other reason than the 98% humidity, which made following G's wanderings and packing around 22 lbs of M that much harder. Then there were the moments when all 3 of the kids wanted something from me at the exact.same.time (they plan this, ya know).
And I thought how nice it would be to sit in the Serengeti with nothing but natural silence.
I was able to get out last night to visit with some mom friends, drink a glass of wine and shop unencumbered at Target. A few hours of not being needed.
Adding little M to my family stew has made it essential that I get "taking care of mommy-time" and protect it with a vengeance.
2 comments:
Glad you got a chance to get out alone for a few hours. It's amazing how refreshing that can be...for a little while, anyway.
I think I left this comment on the wrong post. I had read the one about the mother lioness and ended up clicking on "comment" on this one. Sorry!
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