Seeking a little Adventure
Yesterday was a typical day. Wake up to my husband's alarm, stumble to the kitchen to pack up lunches, check work e-mail, and manage a hardy breakfast juice and pop tart (which is optional in this normal routine). After the husband left, I ventured to a shower, the normal hygiene and work attire rig-a-ma-roe, and then it was time to wake the kid and take care of the pets.
Forty minutes later, the kid was dressed and almost cooperating for the car ride to day care. The animals were fed, pet, and again back in position for a day of nothing while we ventured out into the world. And so it went.
Car ride. Day care drop off. Arrival at work. Work. Conference calls. More work. A lunch-time spot to the old house to shovel the 4 inches of snow off the driveway, sidewalks, and porch. Then back at work for more of the same. Until 5:30ish. Then, back to the day care, picked up the kid, drove home, and started dinner.
See this is where it gets a bit disturbing. I do the same damn thing almost every day. Just sometimes, I don't have to do the drive and day care stuff. Instead I just skip to the work part. But most of the time I don't even notice.
Sure a few months ago I was dying for normality. House showings from hell and pristine living just isn't for me--and it was obviously stressing me out (and in reality still is. Only I am not living in it. Just wanting the other home sold). So this normality, is nice. Or was nice. Or will be nice when I can finally enjoy it with some casual trips to the store to say--buy a shirt I've been oogling over. Or a coffee house for some down time.
A long time ago (like in high school), I was all about change. I loved erratic schedules. Being busy. Rustling around and doing all the fun stuff called a social life. Right now I am stuck in housewifely motherhood blahs. I mean, who can just drop everything to head out to listen to a band play on Thursday night? Not with a 4 year old with you all evening til the husband gets home. And man, all those workshops and nights out with girlfriends? Things of the past. And right now, I'm needing a bit of refueling. And it isn't in the rest and normalcy. I need a sense of adventure. Any suggestions? It would have to be after 8pm (dinner's over the husband's home to watch the kid) and before about midnight. I shrivel to a drooling mess about that time since I am up before the sun rises.
Man. I've just turned into my mother.
Forty minutes later, the kid was dressed and almost cooperating for the car ride to day care. The animals were fed, pet, and again back in position for a day of nothing while we ventured out into the world. And so it went.
Car ride. Day care drop off. Arrival at work. Work. Conference calls. More work. A lunch-time spot to the old house to shovel the 4 inches of snow off the driveway, sidewalks, and porch. Then back at work for more of the same. Until 5:30ish. Then, back to the day care, picked up the kid, drove home, and started dinner.
See this is where it gets a bit disturbing. I do the same damn thing almost every day. Just sometimes, I don't have to do the drive and day care stuff. Instead I just skip to the work part. But most of the time I don't even notice.
Sure a few months ago I was dying for normality. House showings from hell and pristine living just isn't for me--and it was obviously stressing me out (and in reality still is. Only I am not living in it. Just wanting the other home sold). So this normality, is nice. Or was nice. Or will be nice when I can finally enjoy it with some casual trips to the store to say--buy a shirt I've been oogling over. Or a coffee house for some down time.
A long time ago (like in high school), I was all about change. I loved erratic schedules. Being busy. Rustling around and doing all the fun stuff called a social life. Right now I am stuck in housewifely motherhood blahs. I mean, who can just drop everything to head out to listen to a band play on Thursday night? Not with a 4 year old with you all evening til the husband gets home. And man, all those workshops and nights out with girlfriends? Things of the past. And right now, I'm needing a bit of refueling. And it isn't in the rest and normalcy. I need a sense of adventure. Any suggestions? It would have to be after 8pm (dinner's over the husband's home to watch the kid) and before about midnight. I shrivel to a drooling mess about that time since I am up before the sun rises.
Man. I've just turned into my mother.
Labels: family, life, me, motherhood
