Calgone Take Me Away
My sitter is off to Mexico for a week. As much as this may thrill her, it is the least bit thrilling for me. Now, I'd saddled with dealing with both kids all week. And work. The joy.
This little (sad) bit of parenting no one really prepares you for--the sitters, day care, child sitting, taking time for yourself--sure, it's all good if you have people waiting to pound down your door to watch the new little baby. Don't get me wrong, you might--for the first three months. And then they suddenly disappear.
For us, we never had anyone at the door waiting to watch the baby. In fact, promptly one day after they each were born, I was alone in the house. Well not alone, alone. The Husband was around. But, not some kind family member. Or neighbor. Or anyone really. We were on our own. And are still. Going out isn't one of our regular activities. And let me blunt--when we do it is a huge social event.
I spend hours finding the perfect outfit, get the hair done, try to find time to get my nails done... and yes, all of this, even if it is to just go to a movie. I. Don't. Get. Out. Much. Sure, the sitter is here twice a week. But that is so I can go to the office. And don't for one second think that is "getting out." Because if you try that line on me, I just might snap. Going to an office for work, is far from getting out. It is more like walking IN to something akin to.. um... well I guess I better refrain from that line of thought. You just don't know who's reading these here Internet pages.
Anyway... my point is just this. I need to get out. I mean out-out. As in, away from the kids for socializing. It can or cannot be with The Husband. I don't really care one way or the other. But this non-socializing thing (or heading to family gatherings with the whole damn family)? Well it's gotten stale. And tiring. As much as I love snuggling with my daughter and laughing with my son (did I tell you, I was Awesome Mom yesterday and we build Chinese Lanterns?)...there comes a time and place for Mommy to Get Her Groove On. Or at least feel like a human childless soul for 5 minutes. Apparently that moment has come for me. Or it can't come soon enough.
This little (sad) bit of parenting no one really prepares you for--the sitters, day care, child sitting, taking time for yourself--sure, it's all good if you have people waiting to pound down your door to watch the new little baby. Don't get me wrong, you might--for the first three months. And then they suddenly disappear.
For us, we never had anyone at the door waiting to watch the baby. In fact, promptly one day after they each were born, I was alone in the house. Well not alone, alone. The Husband was around. But, not some kind family member. Or neighbor. Or anyone really. We were on our own. And are still. Going out isn't one of our regular activities. And let me blunt--when we do it is a huge social event.
I spend hours finding the perfect outfit, get the hair done, try to find time to get my nails done... and yes, all of this, even if it is to just go to a movie. I. Don't. Get. Out. Much. Sure, the sitter is here twice a week. But that is so I can go to the office. And don't for one second think that is "getting out." Because if you try that line on me, I just might snap. Going to an office for work, is far from getting out. It is more like walking IN to something akin to.. um... well I guess I better refrain from that line of thought. You just don't know who's reading these here Internet pages.
Anyway... my point is just this. I need to get out. I mean out-out. As in, away from the kids for socializing. It can or cannot be with The Husband. I don't really care one way or the other. But this non-socializing thing (or heading to family gatherings with the whole damn family)? Well it's gotten stale. And tiring. As much as I love snuggling with my daughter and laughing with my son (did I tell you, I was Awesome Mom yesterday and we build Chinese Lanterns?)...there comes a time and place for Mommy to Get Her Groove On. Or at least feel like a human childless soul for 5 minutes. Apparently that moment has come for me. Or it can't come soon enough.
Labels: babysitter, motherhood, parenting
