I recently spent the weekend by myself for the first time in I don’t know how long. My husband had to travel for business and suggested that while he was gone, we take our son to the grandparents’ house for a few days since they’d been asking when he could come visit… and then I could get a break.
At first, I thought, no, I don’t need a break! I’m fine! I’m with him every day!
Then I thought, whew, yeah. That might actually be nice.
We drove halfway to my husband’s parents’ house to meet up for lunch and hand off the kid. They were so excited. I was fine until we drove away, and then I was a blubbering mess.
The thing is, our kid is the type of kid who is cool wherever he goes. He totally rolls with the punches. Whenever I drop him off at play school, or his church play group, or the childcare at the co-working space I use, he’s always quick to say “Bye!” and run off and find something to do. So it wasn’t him I was worried about. It was me.
Since becoming a mom, it is strange to suddenly be thrust into solitude.
It wasn’t just my kid that was going to be gone. My husband was leaving, too.
And I had just wrapped up my summer class.
And I had just finished writing book number 6.
Which meant… I really didn’t have anything on my plate.
I mean, I had a to-do list with a zillion little things on it that I’ve been meaning to get around to. Blog posts to write, closets to organize, a dentist appointment, that kind of thing.
So… I checked things off my to-do list. I stayed up late. I actually managed to sleep in. (If you can call 7:30 sleeping in.) I watched a couple movies… Grown-up movies, not kids’ movies! No animation! No singing! No Nick Jr. this weekend! I did some reading. I wrote some blog posts. I purged old toys and clothes and cleaned and organized. I pulled weeds. I went grocery shopping and wandered around Target. I did some crafty things. I took long walks and long bubble baths and didn’t have to worry about being on anybody’s schedule but my own. Hell, I didn’t have a schedule.
It’s not like I really did anything besides hang out at my house, but I still managed to get a lot done. Even though I didn’t have any major plans, I’m grateful to my husband and in-laws for giving me a few days to myself, even if I didn’t think I needed them. Sometimes you just need to take a break.
But man, it was quiet. And lonely.
I’m glad the kid is back.
Even though I know I’ll be tired of singing the Max and Ruby theme song by the end of the day, and even though I’ll be exhausted come bedtime… It’s good to have him home.
This question’s for the moms…
How do you spend your alone time? That is, when you finally get some?