There is a slight possibility I might be crazy.
It was a typical day, really. There were swimming lessons for the three younger kids, requests for friends to come over and to go to someone's house. A child who insisted that someone come over and see his cat (which we've had all his life) so his sister went out to the neighborhood and invited a three year old boy over with his mom who came in and had a popsicle. The cat had disappeared, of course.
There were meals to prepare, snacks to find, a nap to take, a couple of games of Chutes and Ladders, the telephone to answer, the door to ignore, the books to look at longingly, picking up this and that, ordering the children to pick up that and this, and finally a trip to Costco. That great big superstore that overloads all the senses and turns the most organized person into an anxious wreck.
But not me. I walked into Costco and inhaled. Sweet freedom. Can you love your children and your life and enjoy being alone without feeling guilty? Nobody was touching me. Nobody was asking me for something. I couldn't see the dirty socks on the floor or the swimming suit carelessly tossed aside. No popsicles melting into a mess on the counter or floor. I was ALONE.
I wandered around picking up the staples of our life (toilet paper, salad mix, milk, cheese, and Diet Pepsi) and found myself at the book section. I found an interesting book and set up my own Barnes and Noble. I bought a churro and a Diet Pepsi and sat myself in the patio furniture section and read for 45 minutes.
45 precious minutes later, I was rejuvenated. I enjoyed my children much more. We did Yoga together tonight. Actually, I will have to clarify that. I started the DVD and my sister called. My children and husband did the Yoga. I was talking to my sister. The kids and I then weeded the garden and got excited when we saw a worm. Wahoo!
The icing on the cake, however, came right before the kids went to bed. The boys were playing "fight" and went into another room. Next thing I know, my 9 year old son told me that his 4 year old brother scared him so he threw up a little bit.
I laughed.
Therapy at Costco. Seriously crazy.
It was a typical day, really. There were swimming lessons for the three younger kids, requests for friends to come over and to go to someone's house. A child who insisted that someone come over and see his cat (which we've had all his life) so his sister went out to the neighborhood and invited a three year old boy over with his mom who came in and had a popsicle. The cat had disappeared, of course.
There were meals to prepare, snacks to find, a nap to take, a couple of games of Chutes and Ladders, the telephone to answer, the door to ignore, the books to look at longingly, picking up this and that, ordering the children to pick up that and this, and finally a trip to Costco. That great big superstore that overloads all the senses and turns the most organized person into an anxious wreck.
But not me. I walked into Costco and inhaled. Sweet freedom. Can you love your children and your life and enjoy being alone without feeling guilty? Nobody was touching me. Nobody was asking me for something. I couldn't see the dirty socks on the floor or the swimming suit carelessly tossed aside. No popsicles melting into a mess on the counter or floor. I was ALONE.
I wandered around picking up the staples of our life (toilet paper, salad mix, milk, cheese, and Diet Pepsi) and found myself at the book section. I found an interesting book and set up my own Barnes and Noble. I bought a churro and a Diet Pepsi and sat myself in the patio furniture section and read for 45 minutes.
45 precious minutes later, I was rejuvenated. I enjoyed my children much more. We did Yoga together tonight. Actually, I will have to clarify that. I started the DVD and my sister called. My children and husband did the Yoga. I was talking to my sister. The kids and I then weeded the garden and got excited when we saw a worm. Wahoo!
The icing on the cake, however, came right before the kids went to bed. The boys were playing "fight" and went into another room. Next thing I know, my 9 year old son told me that his 4 year old brother scared him so he threw up a little bit.
I laughed.
Therapy at Costco. Seriously crazy.
Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteA solo trip to the market (or the ANYWHERE) has redefined "Spa Day" for me.
You have hit the nail on the button as to why I like to grocery shop! I am going to try a bit of therapy next time I am at Sams.
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