Is it soooo terrible to want to have a little alone time?
I love my friends, my kids, my hubby, my job and the teens in my youth group. I really really do. But I haven't had a chance to just hang out with myself in so long!
I love to be with other people. I like to hang out and have fun and be silly and crazy and loud. But I also have to have time all by my lonely. I haven't had that since Abby was born I don't think. I mean, serious alone time. All day alone. Glorious alone.
I have taken to hiding in the bathroom. It isn't for very long but I will take what I can get. I have a book in there. I read it and pretend that I am stretched out on our comfy sofa. I wander around our house and would dearly love to see it all clean and shiny, but with Abby either hanging on my leg or following me around 1) crying to be picked up 2) making a mess where I have just cleaned or 3) needing feed/changed/rocked/entertained... well, it just doen't leave time to get much done. A messy home stresses me out. Ask my family. Or friends. Or anyone really.
I love all the job titles I carry, and most of the time, I don' t think of them as jobs. But lately, they have felt that way. I think I need to declare a mental health day and go on a mommy strike that will last approximately one day.
And I want to spend it NOT hiding in the bathroom!