I often feel the same and since I do love Diet Sprite, my husband and I throw “with a Diet Sprite” at the end of a lot of my rants. But in all seriousness, there are just days where you have no more than two minutes to think about yourself, you have forgotten to go to the bathroom, you’ve reheated you coffee 5 times and it is currently sitting, forgotten in the microwave, and everyone, and even if it is just two kids, it feels like it deserves the term everyone, is touching you.
Funny thing about being a mom though, when you get that alone time what happens? I know you all know. You are finally alone, and you miss those little people that constantly drive you so crazy.
I had to go to school today, and since my parents usually pretty busy at home, I drive a half hour to their house, in the opposite direction, drop off my kids, drive an hour to school, take my two-and-a-half hour class, drive back, eat, and drive the half hour home. It is a full day used up for one single class. Today, my mom decided to save me a trip, and she and my dad planned to bring the kids to my house and meet me there when I got home.
After class I sat in traffic, of course, but I managed to get back before they got to my house. I realized as I pulled into the garage, it was the very first time I had ever been in my house alone. After Mr. Man was born, my husband took Little Miss to her swimming lessons, so being home with just a sleeping newborn felt almost alone, but let’s face it, it wasn’t.
I walked in and it was so quiet. I didn’t even know what to do, so I made coffee. And a snack. I left the TV off (no Disney Junior!) and sat at the table with my laptop. I though, should I do some homework? Of course not. I decided to Facebook in peace. It was amazing. I was loving it. I was so happy, but I seemed to have developed a tick of sorts. Every few minutes, I would turn my head and look at the front door. Were they home yet? Are they back yet?
The first alone time I had had in ages that wasn’t spent in a car driving somewhere, and I was compulsively checking the door, waiting for my kids to come back. That’s the thing about being a mom. I am a mom. Even when I’m by myself, I am a mom. They are a part of me, and at their young ages, I feel especially connected to them, and I miss them almost seconds after we are apart.
I had a solid fifteen minutes of me time in my silent, clean(ish) house with my coffee and computer, and then those beautiful faces were there on the other side of the storm door. Mr. Man did his funny run down the hall into my arms and Little Miss started telling me more information than I could possibly grasp and just like that, I forgot my desire to be alone and was overwhelmed with how lucky I am to be burdened with the task of watching these two day in and day out.