So hubby is taking the kids to the farm this weekend, a blissful 6 hours away. I, some how, got lucky enough to stay home on this trip. From Saturday to Tuesday, nearly 4 days, I will have a peaceful, quiet, house to myself. What on earth will I do with myself? A few things have crossed my mind.
The homemaker in me finds this a perfect opportunity to reorganize bedrooms, rid excess clothing and toys to Goodwill, finally clean out and tidy pantry, fridge and a couple cupboards.
The outdoorsman in me thinks maybe I should spend the time working in the garden, tilling compost, plant some waiting shrubs, fertilize, edge, weed and prune.
The child-free woman in me remembers that it's payday and how much fun shopping, dining and a pedicure would be.
But the grateful mom in me thinks I will likely do none of these things. As useful as this time could be, the greatest achievement would be to completely mellow out. Maybe read some books and lay in the sun with a sink free of dirty dishes. Watch foreign films with a normal volume or without wearing the wireless headphones. No clock-watching or meal-time chaos with only myself to feed. Blissful 10-hours of sleep every night without the promise of a whining "alarm clock". And the best part? Selfishness. Pure, unguilty, selfishness.
What would you do?
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