Today the kidlets went out with their Pa, Uncle and Aunties to make Mother's Day gifts.
After I waved them off, I'd barely closed the door behind me, before realizing that with them gone and Hubby at work, I was alone for the first time in over two years.
The first thing I did with my new-found freedom, was lock my front door and go for a shower. Not the under two minute dip and scrub I have grown accustomed to while two cheeky monkeys are pressing their faces up against the glass, but a proper shower. With the door closed and scalding hot water, which I can never have in case Master S should undress and jump in with me. On top of the hot shower with the door closed, I actually shaved my legs.
I haven't shaved my legs since I attempted waxing a few months ago. The tattoo of Tinkerbell that I have on my ankle had grown a beard, that's how long it's been since I had enough time to shave my legs.
After shaving my legs, washing my hair, and getting dressed, it suddenly dawned on me that for under an hour, I only had to think of myself.
I had nothing to do.
I could have vacuumed, but the thought of that without Master S 'helping' while Miss E rides on it, was enough to make me want to cry.
It then occurred to me that one day they will both be at school and our separation is going to be for longer. Naturally, I freaked out.
So much so that I drove to Mum's to ask her how she handled separation anxiety. She then tried to dance around like Master S in an attempt to cheer me up and make me feel less lonely. It worked, temporarily. I then spent the remaining time talking about my kids and how much I missed them.
When they got back to Mum's place, I was disheartened to have Master S run straight to my Mum while my Dad told me how much fun Miss E (my little Mummy's girl) had without me and how she spent the whole time chatting and laughing to herself.
The whole experience has made me wonder what I was doing before I had kids... Whatever it was, it must have been pretty lousy!
After I waved them off, I'd barely closed the door behind me, before realizing that with them gone and Hubby at work, I was alone for the first time in over two years.
The first thing I did with my new-found freedom, was lock my front door and go for a shower. Not the under two minute dip and scrub I have grown accustomed to while two cheeky monkeys are pressing their faces up against the glass, but a proper shower. With the door closed and scalding hot water, which I can never have in case Master S should undress and jump in with me. On top of the hot shower with the door closed, I actually shaved my legs.
I haven't shaved my legs since I attempted waxing a few months ago. The tattoo of Tinkerbell that I have on my ankle had grown a beard, that's how long it's been since I had enough time to shave my legs.
After shaving my legs, washing my hair, and getting dressed, it suddenly dawned on me that for under an hour, I only had to think of myself.
I had nothing to do.
I could have vacuumed, but the thought of that without Master S 'helping' while Miss E rides on it, was enough to make me want to cry.
It then occurred to me that one day they will both be at school and our separation is going to be for longer. Naturally, I freaked out.
So much so that I drove to Mum's to ask her how she handled separation anxiety. She then tried to dance around like Master S in an attempt to cheer me up and make me feel less lonely. It worked, temporarily. I then spent the remaining time talking about my kids and how much I missed them.
When they got back to Mum's place, I was disheartened to have Master S run straight to my Mum while my Dad told me how much fun Miss E (my little Mummy's girl) had without me and how she spent the whole time chatting and laughing to herself.
The whole experience has made me wonder what I was doing before I had kids... Whatever it was, it must have been pretty lousy!
Hahaha how cute are you?
ReplyDeleteI swear we miss them way more than they miss us!
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I remember having a freak out before my children started school, I just have Ms 2 at home now, but I swear it gets easier... I actually crave time on my own now! I still have a few minutes when I wander around lost... but then I kick it out, sing into a hair brush, dial some thai and crack a bottle of wine. xxx
ReplyDeleteMake it a regular date and you'll come to LOVE it! It took six months of me weeping and waiting for an hour just down the street(certain that I'd be called back to rescue my hysterical son) before I was able to relax, but then, all of a sudden, I came to love (indeed crave) Wednesdays.
ReplyDeleteJust imagine, Tinkerbell might never have to grow a beard again!
Me time is awesome. Sometimes my Mum will come and take Tricky for a walk first thing in the morning so I can have a sleep in. I still count that as me time even though I'm asleep for it.
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