My mom sent me to my room. I am over fifty years old and my mom sent me to my room. I’m not in trouble. (At least I’m pretty sure I’m not!)
We are away for the weekend- my husband, youngest son- Andy, my parents and the two little guys. Kris began a summer job this week so we won’t be seeing much of the middle kid. The little guys’ parents are working. I’ve been on two year old duty since Wednesday and I’m tired. I woke up at 6a.m. and realized at 1:00p.m. that I had not sat down a single time. I ate breakfast, taking bites as I passed the counter while getting the little kids ready. I ate lunch standing at the counter, walking back and forth between the counter and table and refrigerator…..
And when seven year old C.J. asked me if I could sit and read with him, my mom sent me to my room. She’s a mom and I think she saw that if I had read with C.J. it would have been another 7 hours before I might get a chance to just plain sit.
I had noticed throughout the day, as I went from room to room and task to task, that everyone else was sitting down, reading or watching tv or playing. I glanced at my phone in passing but that was about it. I wanted to sit down and relax. I really did. But I have a difficult time doing that when there are things that could be done….and knowing that if I don’t do them right now, when I’m done sitting down, I will still have to do them. I guess that takes the relaxation part away from my potential sitting. Does that make sense?
And since I was sick for a month and spent that time also picking up, dropping off, picking up another and caring for little guys, I have had no time for myself. Being me, I need down time and quiet time and time when I have no human interaction. I know that this is something that I really need to work on- carving out this much needed time for myself. It’s not a luxury- although others might view it as such. It’s necessary for me.
And so I’m sitting here in my space- my quiet space that I’ve been working on for a few years now, trying to make it into a place where I can write, or read, or sit in silence.
I’m grateful to my mom for knowing what I needed, even if I didn’t. And I’m kind of proud of myself for actually listening to my mom. The truth is, my kids don’t always listen to me when I try to gently push them in the right direction and I’m sure I am still the same with my mom. Maybe I’ve grown up just a little bit more, huh?
So, I’m off to kick my shoes off, put my feet up and watch a little tv.