Either I’ve been a real nuisance to live with lately, or I’m married to a really stellar guy. Or maybe a little bit of both…
Last week started not that much different than usual-except slightly more chaotic. I was scrambling (as usual) to get the six year old and two year old out the door on time, all the while mentally cursing the blasted 8:20 AM drop off time at my son’s school. Of course, it’s absolutely freezing outside, so after arguing with the two year old for ten minutes about wearing a hat, and the six year old about bringing snow pants to school (apparently when you’re in grade one, snow pants at recess are very embarrassing) we finally make our way onto the front porch. By this time, we are at the ‘almost’ late stage. I look over at the car and of course it’s covered in snow and ice, which will add at least three minutes of time. The kids are arguing as my son insists on helping his little sister down the front steps, but she’s determined to do it on her own, yelling, “My Do!” I’m fumbling with the keys and finally manage to get the door locked, just in time to hear my daughter burst into a loud cry. Followed by my son screaming.
I turn around, and DD is laying head-down on the bottom step, in star-fish position. I lift her up, and blood is dripping down her face. My son is hysterical when he sees the blood, and then seeing his reaction, the two year old gets even more hysterical. Thankfully, it looked much worse than it was, no chipped or loose teeth. I finally manage to get them into the car and we drop off my son, wing our way back home only to find out that I have at least five messages from one very irate client who hasn’t received their order yet. I glance down at the two year old who is dancing and babbling the Caillou song, and wonder if I’ll be able to make a damage-control phone call without her crying in the background. Maybe I can make the phone call in the bathroom I wonder, as I make my way to the coffee maker…no, because everyone who’s ever had a kid knows that two year old’s love hunting mommy down in the bathroom. My phone rings again. Same client. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I press “Ignore Call” on my phone. Then that great guy I married shows up, looking pulled together and clean…the exact opposite of my un-showered, yoga-pant version of myself. He takes the two year old to the playroom so I can make my phone call…and then tells me he’s booked me into a quaint inn, in one of my favourite little towns. All by myself.
I haven’t been anywhere by myself in oh, maybe twelve years…never been away from both kids….so what am I planning on doing? Starting a brand new book and writing as much as I can-during normal people hours. Eating lots of carbs at the local, fabulous patisserie. Doing some shopping…and sleeping in! And, I’ve just checked the weather forecast-it seems there’s a huge snowstorm blowing in while I’m gone, so I might just have to stay a second night!
By the time you read this post, I’ll be on my way to my two days of freedom!
What about you? Do you go away by yourself? When was the last time?
Thanks for sharing!