Imagine my surprise to learn that Saturday was set aside as a day for me. Eric took Alexander for the day so I could do what I wanted AND have the house to myself. For the first time. In four years.
Oh man. What to do? What to do?
Turns out...I didn't really know what to do. Maybe the timing wasn't great because I was just home for a week with Spring Break. Or maybe I'm boring. I don't know.
I worked out. Tanned. Ran a few errands for work. Scrubbed the kitchen. Finished laundry. Watched two movies (Love and Other Drugs and Elizabethtown). Read. Took a nap. It has been a great day of nothing.
The guilt, on the other hand, is KILLING me. I should be at my parents house. The boys are there, with Josh, wiring the house for new lights. Mom guilt makes me think I should be there. Know what I mean?
Fortunately, Mom just called and invited me to dinner. So, I gotta run. Turns out, spending the day with my boys is what I really want, after all.
Oh my gosh, it's so true! In the thick of crazy life, we long for a day to ourselves and then when we get it, we don't know what to do! I have the same problem. :)
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