I was told I needed to update my blog more often, so here I am. It's very late...12:20 am. I'm catching up on work. Actually, trying to get a head start on tomorrow. Mondays are a little tricky for me, work-wise, because I telecommute and still have the little dude with me the whole day. I'm hoping for a nice LONG nap from him, but not holding my breath. And that's why I'm up now uploading leads for my sales team. I just want to be prepared in case he decides not to cooperate.
I usually end up doing work on Sunday evening, but much earlier. Today is an exception because I was away the whole weekend and didn't get home until late this afternoon. And where was I this weekend? PALM SPRINGS! WITHOUT THE KIDS! WHAT??!!!
That's right. I went away on a girls-weekend and had the best time! It was so refreshing to a) spend quality time with girlfriends, b) be child/husband-less for a few days. Point a) is pretty self-explanatory. Girlfriend time is always fun and it's important to make it happen. Point b) is a little more delicate because I don't want it to come across like I was happy to ditch my husband and kids just so I could party it up in the desert. It's just that I often feel as if I'm in a time crunch to get stuff done because at any moment, one of the kids (or husband for that matter) will need something from me. For example, I really enjoy running. And I've gotten to the point where I could probably bust out 10 miles if I really wanted to. And I DO want to. But running 10 miles takes time, probably close to 2 hours for me, and I always feel guilty leaving the boys behind for that long. So I inevitably cut my run short about 5 miles in. Even taking a shower can be challenging (and often non existent if I'm being perfectly honest). As soon as I turn on the water, the napping baby is guaranteed to wake up and start crying. So when I do actually get around to bathing, it's the most rushed shower known to man. Like 3 minutes tops. And that's just wrong.
When the opportunity came up to go to Palm Springs, I jumped at it. And I'm so, so happy that I did. While we did indeed party it up (as much as I possibly could, considering I don't drink much), it wasn't really about that for me. It was just a chance to breathe and not be on any kind of schedule. We laid out by the pool for hours. I took a nap. I read. We watched movies. We also danced to Taylor Swift club remixes in a gay bar called Hunters, but that's another story.
And now that I'm home I feel terrific! My husband is so wonderful for taking care of both kids so that I could have my weekend away. I honestly think getting this break has made me appreciate him more :)
I'm going to take this as a lesson learned. There's nothing wrong with taking time for myself. While I may not get to do the 10 mile run every time I head out, and while 3 minute showers are just inevitable at this point in my life, it's still important to take little breaks when I can. Everybody needs to recharge at some point. And for me, Palm Springs was a great place to start.
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