So, you know the story. My kids have been sick. Really, I feel like the three of us have had something ongoing since around Thanksgiving. They can’t shake it because they keep going back to school getting more germs and I can’t shake it because I’m pregnant and my body is busy doing other things at the moment.
Well, usually my husband takes the kids out to breakfast or lunch one day on the weekend and since the big one had a fever again last night and my husband feels like he’s picking it up now (cue the man cold, Lord help us all) we decided they wouldn’t go. So I offered to go and pick up breakfast since that’s something else he does a lot on the weekend. He starts talking about how we have plenty of things to cook for breakfast and he doesn’t think we need to.
So, maybe I’ll just go out and get breakfast for me?
And maybe I’ll just eat it there, drink my coffee while it’s hot and come home when I’m done?
Like, after a few hours?
I’m not sure even I realized how badly I needed to get out of the house. I had ants in my pants last night at bedtime and didn’t feel sleepy, even close to 11:30, maybe because I was so excited about the idea of being out by myself. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been way more of a night owl than a morning person. I remember, before I had kids, I was actually worried about being able to get up in the morning for my kids. And I will say, from personal experience, that somehow you just figure it out when you have kids. You get up before them or you don’t, but you figure it out and everyone gets taken care of, because that’s just what you do as a parent.
Anyhow, being pregnant, I’ve really been struggling with getting enough rest and I’ve rekindled my love for the snooze button on my alarm. Ok, ok, I never lost love for it in the first place, but lately, despite my best efforts, the snooze has been in full effect. I just love sleep so much. I remember being on a date, before I was married (and not a date with my husband) and telling the guy that I really liked to sleep and I remember him making a face at me, like that was a weird thing to say. We didn’t have a second date. But this morning, even despite not getting to sleep until close to midnight, I was ready to bounce out of bed after merely 1 snooze. And really, that one snooze was probably more out of habit than anything else.
So now I’m sitting here by myself, wearing a real bra, real pants and eyebrows, listening to quiet music, instead of cartoons or tiny people screaming, sipping my coffee and eating a cookie before 8 am. Because for the next hour, no one is going to tell me what to do. I’m going to sit here and do a few things for me because, if we’re being honest, I’ve been completely neglecting myself this week. And that doesn’t feel good.
We could all use a little recharge. Tag in your partner, call a sitter, do what you need to do. Get out of the house, even if it’s just to sit in the garage (but not with the car running – let’s be safe!). We’ve all heard it over and over again but it’s so easy to forget. We can’t take care of the other people properly until we’ve taken care of ourselves. So let’s try to take care of ourselves a little bit on this Sunday, before we dive into another week. It doesn’t have to be extravagant. It doesn’t take much, but it can make the biggest difference, and we are worth taking care of.
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