On Tuesdays the boys spend the day with their grandparents, and my husband picks them on the way home from work. This means that I get a couple hours to myself before the rest of the family gets home.
I crave those few hours.
I feel bad about it sometimes, but when I can't have that time I feel cheated. Something happens and I have to pick up the kids, or they are home when I get home ... I just feel like it's my break. My time.
Today I did some grocery shopping, started a load of laundry, made dinner. Watched a little of the DVR shows the C didn't care to watch. I blogged. I chose to do chores today while I was alone but I love that I don't have to. If I sat on my butt and read for two solid hours no one would care. Occasionally I do just that.
But today I got things done. During my alone time.
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4 comments:
Boy, do I hear you. The couple hours I get when Chris takes the kids back on Sundays are THE BEST.
I also love my alone time. I get so little of it since Matt is a homebody, but it's pretty quiet even when he's home since it's just the two of us. Still, it's not the same as being completely alone. Even though I don't usually do anything special it's more relaxing to be completely alone.
Sometimes I take a couple hours of vacation to go home early and just be in the house alone. (What am I going to do when I don't HAVE vacation time??)
I had a whole day alone to myself today. This morning I emptied the dishwasher without any interruptions and was giddy inside. Then I checked myself, like "what the??" How is it that THAT is a cheap thrill to me?! :)
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