Most moms pray for a night to themselves... heck, for an hour to themselves. Every Friday night, G's old nanny and her husband take her out for a "date." They dine on spaghetti and meatballs and stewed apples. My daughter returns home three hours later absolutely exhausted and ready for bed.
I usually spend those three precious hours doing something utterly un-selfish; I clean the house or do all our grocery shopping (that reminds me... there's a load of laundry sitting wet in the washer that I must put into the dryer before it develops that never-gonna-get-rid-of-it moldy smell). Sometimes I'll go to the gym or out to dinner with a friend (this is what DH & I typically do when he is off every-other Friday).
Tonight, after a stressful week, I planned on staying home and pampering myself. A hot cup of tea; an old (but still unread) copy of Ladies' Home Journal; a warm bath (the main purpose of the bath was to shave--something I hadn't done in about a month and which I knew DH would appreciate immensely).
I thought I wanted to be alone--key word "thought."
About 45 minutes into my precious alone time, I felt a pang in my chest. It wasn't the type of pang that sent me running for the phone to call the doctor or the ambulance; it was the type of pant that sent me scurrying for a photo album.
I was missing G.
Yes, the same girl who refused to nap two days this week; who insisted on sitting down in a pile of melting snow and ice this morning outside a local children's museum; who peed in her big girl underpants without my knowledge, then proceeded to change into a new pair of underpants and stash the now-wet pair behind the TV (yeah, she seriously did that). I missed her.
I'm sure tomorrow morning--when she escapes from her big girl bed at 7am to play with her toys--I'll be wanting my alone time back. I'll be fantasizing about how I'll spend my next "alone" night. But right now, I just want 7:30 to get here... and I want my daughter home with me.
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I know exactly how you feel. Although it seems ridiculous, I often find myself flipping through photos on my phone when my little one is down for a nap.
Isn't it funny how we think things and then the opposite ends up being the reality! I am just like you! I miss my girl like crazy each time I "unload" her on my family for a few hours or even a day!
Awwwww. I get that same feeling. Last weekend the hubs and I got to go on a date to a movie and dinner and on our way to the movie I was missing my kiddos. I was wishing that we all were driving to the theater to watch the latest kids movie. Our hearts remind us what our heads forget sometimes.
I do the same thing. As much as I LOVE my time away from the kids, I also miss them and can't wait for them to come home. It's a Mom thing! :)
Mich
I have such a love hate relationship with my weekends...
I cannot wait for Friday's to come & be with J for 3 days straight.
And by Sunday night, I'm looking forward to my desk Monday morning. I'm tired & sore.
However, by noon, I'm backing to counting the days till Friday all over again.
Funny how we get the "alone" time and then miss them. That is a good thing once in a while! I try to get some "alone" time during the week... but they are always on my mind. Glad I'm not the only one!