Some days you just need time to be alone. Sunday was one of those days.
John woke up five times on Saturday night with discomfort from teething and a cold. He used the opportunity to scream as loudly as he could and then thrash about as Darren and I tried to calm him down. Thank goodness for distractions like water, telephones, and old medicine bottles. I know that this is nothing new when it comes to kids being sick and grouch, but I was pretty tired when 8:37 rolled around. I woke up to find Darren and the kids almost ready for mass. So, off they went while John and I relaxed, are breakfast, and watched an episode of “Edwardian Farm”
By the mid-afternoon it was pretty clear that I needed a bit of space from the rambunctiousness of everyday life. So, off went Darren and the kids to Krause Farm to find blueberries and play in the sand pit. And I had the house all to myself.
Of course, I did what any good mother would do, I cleaned up! But here’s the thing. I cleaned up by myself, in peace and quiet, with no one asking questions. I was able to focus on a single task for more than two minutes at a stretch. I took care of things the I wanted to take care of, not tasks forced upon me by the tyranny of the immediate. It was luxury.
By the time Darren and the kids came home, I was refreshed and satisfied that I had got something done. Such a treat. And because I had missed mass in the morning, I got to go all by myself before dinner! I saw some old friends after mass and I was even able to have an adult conversation without interruption. Top it off with hamburgers for dinner and strawberries and cream for dessert, and that’s a pretty good evening.
All of this is thanks to Darren, who made me stay at home alone. And he is right, I need to ask for a break more often. So I will.