What is it about being a wife and mother that makes “alone time” a guilty pleasure? I spend my evenings and weekends in the sphere of the husband, who I adore. I get next to nothing done. I am all kinds of productive the moment he leaves the house. I do not understand.
It’s not that the man bugs me or makes demands. It’s just that when he is home, I live on the couch. He doesn’t. The man is ALWAYS busy. Always working. Always productive.
I don’t understand why I do this.
This year his Spring Break (and that of the offspring) was the week before mine. One full week alone! The Spring Break of Me!
I did yard work, cleaned the garage, lunched with friends, planted a lemon tree…all because I was alone.
I remember to blog when I am alone. I enjoy it.
I feel guilty. Like I must not love my family in the way I am supposed to. I miss them. If given the opportunity, I’d join them where they are. I just seriously loved The Spring Break of Me, and hope I get to do it again sometime.