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Weekend Update: Just Me, Myself, and I

Weekend Update: Just Me, Myself, and I

Happy Sunday, friends!

This weekend, my family did something that we haven’t done before.

My husband took the kids away, and I stayed home alone. Yes, alone.

As an introverted only child, I had 30 years of solitude. Then I had kids. What an adjustment it has been.

48 hours of complete solitude after four years of constant noise is, well…weird.

First of all, I am now acutely aware of just how tired I am. I slept in an hour late yesterday and woke up with a blistering headache (this happens to me every time I sleep even a little late. WTF?). Two doses of three Advil throughout the day didn’t take care of the headache, so I got into bed at 7:30 p.m. (yes, you read that correctly… 7:30 p.m.). Except for one wake-up around 4 a.m., I slept until 9 a.m. That’s 13 hours of sleep. I’m still exhausted. I still have a headache. My body is decompressing, and it is confused.

Wow, did I need this.

Becoming a parent is an adjustment…period. But I’ll go out on a limb here and say that it’s an even bigger adjustment for us introverted people.

I like to be alone, and I like quiet.

After four years, I’m finally figuring out how to integrate my prior self into my daily life as a parent. I write and do art when my kids are around. But my brain is still adjusting to the constant company and the constant noise. I am basically re-wiring myself on a daily basis.

Parenting is non-stop. There are no breaks. I don’t need an alarm clock, because a tiny person comes into my room every morning and tells me to wake up. We bop from school to kid activities to endless errands, every day, on repeat. If we’re home, I’m working. Then there’s laundry, bills, lawn care, etc. I never really sit down.

And this weekend, I had a full 48 hours to do exactly that…sit down. And I don’t even know what to do with myself. I forgot what it’s like to relax. I pampered myself a little. I binge watched Netflix, I went to bed early. I sat outside on the deck, enjoying a cup of coffee and listening to the birds chirping. I listened to music with curse words. I put some work into my social media. I crafted. I also did laundry, because I couldn’t help myself.

Take care of yourselves, mamas. And when your significant other volunteers to take the kids away without you, say “OK!” and don’t feel guilty. You need your time too, away from everyone. And you’ll learn that absence does, in fact, make the heart grow fonder.

Mama out.

 



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