A dream day away....
....I can dream can't I?
I went for a walk the other day. I ran into a neighbor and she said her daughter just had her second child. I congratulated her and she proceeded to say, oh yeah, she is gone for the day, she just wanted a day off. A day off? What is that? I have never heard of such thing. i am pounded by work with the kids when my husband is gone and when he comes home I have merely half the amount of work. But a day off? I cannot fathom. The last day I had off was when I went to San Francisco with Ann for a weekend last March-ish.
But if I could dream, and a dream it truly is, this is what I would do on my day "off."
Sleep until just 8 because who has time to waste when for a bit I can be me? Take a shower, shave my legs, do my hair, make up, and put on clothes that are nice and possibly even make me look like I am 31 instead of 51. I would then eat breakfast and in an ideal world where nursing mothers could "eat whatever they want" like every book tells me but have yet to experience, I would eat an omlette with lots and lots of cheese and veggies and sour cream. I would drink a coffee and not have it affect my daughters naps from the caffeine. I would eat and drink for an hour. And read.
I would then get a massage. How wonderful that would feel. I have not had one since before I was pregnant with Carrie. And I would have a facial, because, well, I have never had one before and it might be fun. I would then eat lunch, something awesome with veggies and cheese and who knows what else. Then I would like to go for a walk. Yup, simple, a walk to get exercise without pushing a double stroller or hearing a 3 year old complain about wanting to go "that way."
After the walk I wanna do something that inspires me, that brings me back to the Nicki I was before children. Maybe it would be hearing a choir or going to a musical or starting a new hobby or learning something new. I don't know. But it must bring my spirit back.
Dinner can be simple, in fact drinks and snacks and a decadent dessert is fine.And wine, lots and lots of wine and good conversation. With friends. Or my husband. Where we can rekindle our love for one another without kids strapped to the hip.
And then I would go home or better yet to a hotel where I could sleep more than 4 hours at a time. Blessed are those people whose babies sleep through the night at 4 or 6 weeks, they never know the pain of 4-5 months of little to no sleep. I was still energized at 4-6 weeks, I start to loose sanity at 4 months.
....a girl can dream can't she?
But in reality, I have a husband who is gone most days of the week, I have lots of family around town that I rarely see, I have a beautiful baby girl who refuses a bottle so if I want to escape, I have a mere 2 hours before she beckons again, and a three year old who has a distinct set of opnions and apprently a build up of wax in the ears cause he hardly listens. Not to mention a early morning job, which I love, but adds to my tiredness. After all the beauts are in bed, I muster enough energy to make a phone call to my husband, tell him how much I love him and miss him, and to lay on the couch till I need to nurse again. Day repeat.
Blessed are the single moms of this world, especially the single stay at home moms who lack companionship. They truly need love and support.
Blessed are the dads who are away from their children. Military or otherwise. They miss so much of their childrens childhood.
as Charlie prays twice a day "Dear St.Joseph please help us sell our house so we can be a family again."
I went for a walk the other day. I ran into a neighbor and she said her daughter just had her second child. I congratulated her and she proceeded to say, oh yeah, she is gone for the day, she just wanted a day off. A day off? What is that? I have never heard of such thing. i am pounded by work with the kids when my husband is gone and when he comes home I have merely half the amount of work. But a day off? I cannot fathom. The last day I had off was when I went to San Francisco with Ann for a weekend last March-ish.
But if I could dream, and a dream it truly is, this is what I would do on my day "off."
Sleep until just 8 because who has time to waste when for a bit I can be me? Take a shower, shave my legs, do my hair, make up, and put on clothes that are nice and possibly even make me look like I am 31 instead of 51. I would then eat breakfast and in an ideal world where nursing mothers could "eat whatever they want" like every book tells me but have yet to experience, I would eat an omlette with lots and lots of cheese and veggies and sour cream. I would drink a coffee and not have it affect my daughters naps from the caffeine. I would eat and drink for an hour. And read.
I would then get a massage. How wonderful that would feel. I have not had one since before I was pregnant with Carrie. And I would have a facial, because, well, I have never had one before and it might be fun. I would then eat lunch, something awesome with veggies and cheese and who knows what else. Then I would like to go for a walk. Yup, simple, a walk to get exercise without pushing a double stroller or hearing a 3 year old complain about wanting to go "that way."
After the walk I wanna do something that inspires me, that brings me back to the Nicki I was before children. Maybe it would be hearing a choir or going to a musical or starting a new hobby or learning something new. I don't know. But it must bring my spirit back.
Dinner can be simple, in fact drinks and snacks and a decadent dessert is fine.And wine, lots and lots of wine and good conversation. With friends. Or my husband. Where we can rekindle our love for one another without kids strapped to the hip.
And then I would go home or better yet to a hotel where I could sleep more than 4 hours at a time. Blessed are those people whose babies sleep through the night at 4 or 6 weeks, they never know the pain of 4-5 months of little to no sleep. I was still energized at 4-6 weeks, I start to loose sanity at 4 months.
....a girl can dream can't she?
But in reality, I have a husband who is gone most days of the week, I have lots of family around town that I rarely see, I have a beautiful baby girl who refuses a bottle so if I want to escape, I have a mere 2 hours before she beckons again, and a three year old who has a distinct set of opnions and apprently a build up of wax in the ears cause he hardly listens. Not to mention a early morning job, which I love, but adds to my tiredness. After all the beauts are in bed, I muster enough energy to make a phone call to my husband, tell him how much I love him and miss him, and to lay on the couch till I need to nurse again. Day repeat.
Blessed are the single moms of this world, especially the single stay at home moms who lack companionship. They truly need love and support.
Blessed are the dads who are away from their children. Military or otherwise. They miss so much of their childrens childhood.
as Charlie prays twice a day "Dear St.Joseph please help us sell our house so we can be a family again."
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