A week before this happened, I reveled in making plans for my alone time. I looked forward to some me time. It would be the first time in almost 18 months that Peanut and I would spend a night apart. I told the husband I was really excited and thought it would be great for me.
Then it actually happened and I cried like a baby when they left. Sobbed. Peanut kept looking at me like I was crazy (which is really not up for debate). It was made worse by the fact that we were at my parents for an extended family Christmas gathering (which included a traumatic encounter with Santa) so I blubbered in front of a bunch of people who see me about once a year.
Then 10 minutes after they were gone, I was fine and I was looking forward to my plans again. I'm kind of like a toddler. I throw my fit and then you show me something shiny and I'm fine again.
I love my daughter more than anything. She has been my main focus since the moment I found out I was pregnant. But I also I know this little separation is good for each of us. Here are things I have been able to indulge in while she is gone:
- Watching television at 5 a.m. I usually creep around the house as I get ready in the morning lest I wake the husband and Peanut. I was actually able to watch the news and get prepared for my day at work.
- Not feel rushed to get out of work. Pick up duty is one of my responsibilities so I always feel the need to leave Right Now.
- Do something after work. See above pick up duty. I got a book store gift certificate for Christmas and declared that I would spend three hours there just because I could. I spent 30 minutes but it was still fabulous.
- Eating dinner in bed. I know, I sound like a lazy sloth, but I love to hole up in my bedroom when I can. It feels safe, comfortable and completely indulgent.
- Watch anything but Elmo. Do I really need to elaborate?
- Having my daughter run to me when I pick her up after work. Her smile, her little arms reaching for me melts my heart every day.
- The readily available kisses and hugs from both my daughter and my husband. Neither of them deny me when I ask, and will even offer without being asked.
- Laughing with my husband, who always knows how to make me crack up no matter how cranky I am.
- Reading to my daughter who loves any book you put in front of her. If I sit on the floor, she grabs a book and backs right up into my lap. Each page I turn, she exclaims, "Whoa!"
- Watching my daughter dance to Elmo. Yes, he's good for some things.