30 Minutes of Life
Sometimes I just need to get away. But when you want to get away from work AND from home, well, that’s another story. And right now, that is sorta what I want to do. At least for an hour or so. I just need time to decompress. You know, get home, kick up my feet, take a few deep breaths and then get on with living? Yes, that kinda time. But, as my days have been going, I’m not even getting that. Or close to that really. I’m getting- leave work, rush to get Kid 1, then rush to get Kid 2 so I am not slapped with a late fee, then get home, then cook dinner 1 for kids and myself, clean that up to cook dinner 2 for The Husband who comes home late and then bedtime. Or clean up from Dinner 2, just depends on timing. And whether The Husband goes out for a run.
Let me ask you, is this any way to live? Can I not find time to get 10 minutes of down time?
So, since I’m in dream world, if I had 30 minutes when I came home from work to be responsibility free-- meaning no kids, no animals, no husbands, and no dishes or laundry waiting to be washed (or a house to pick up), I’d spend that time doing any one (or all) of the following:
- lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Deep breaths are optional.
- call a girlfriend and have a chat. A good, heart warming chat about our lives and what they have become
- write a blog post
- have a glass of wine
- run
- soak in a bath
- go to the restroom unfollowed or interrupted
- make and enjoy a coffee in its completeness
- watch an episode of Eli Stone (have the entire first season on DVD and have yet to even see more than 7 minutes of it
- write more of a novel that is hopefully in progress
- surf the web
- dream
- sing
- dance
And how about just generally relax? Seriously. That half hour might give me a small bit of my pre-kid life back. Except there would be a lot less giggles, screaming, and of course, “Mommas.” And that I just couldn’t have. I just want 30 minutes of the old life.
Let me ask you, is this any way to live? Can I not find time to get 10 minutes of down time?
So, since I’m in dream world, if I had 30 minutes when I came home from work to be responsibility free-- meaning no kids, no animals, no husbands, and no dishes or laundry waiting to be washed (or a house to pick up), I’d spend that time doing any one (or all) of the following:
- lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Deep breaths are optional.
- call a girlfriend and have a chat. A good, heart warming chat about our lives and what they have become
- write a blog post
- have a glass of wine
- run
- soak in a bath
- go to the restroom unfollowed or interrupted
- make and enjoy a coffee in its completeness
- watch an episode of Eli Stone (have the entire first season on DVD and have yet to even see more than 7 minutes of it
- write more of a novel that is hopefully in progress
- surf the web
- dream
- sing
- dance
And how about just generally relax? Seriously. That half hour might give me a small bit of my pre-kid life back. Except there would be a lot less giggles, screaming, and of course, “Mommas.” And that I just couldn’t have. I just want 30 minutes of the old life.
