Petty Little Thing.


I

woke to the sun peaking through the curtains. It’s not something I ever do, wake after the sun is up. I’m always up when it begins to hover over the horizon. I guess I needed the sleep in, as my body clock failed to get me up. I didn’t need to be anywhere, anyway.

I remembered that it was my self-date day, something I’d been looking forward to for days. I quickly showered and shipped Lacey off to Ma’s. She barely said goodbye as I left her behind.
I had a slight schedule for the day. A quick pedicure {no manicure as I wanted to multi-task & read the papers at the same time} and then home to tackle the to-do list, and enjoy some much anticipated ‘me’ time, after all it was a self-date.
As I hung my first load of many on the line, I saw Hubby pull into the driveway… and my heart sank. He was home early from his weekend away.
Actually I shouldn’t say sank… it danced around a little… glad that he was home and I’d get to spend time with him, but anxious that my ‘me’ time was over.
I’m always anxiously conscious of the minutes ticking by when I’m alone. I always feel like I’m on borrowed time. The moments are rare, and sacred.
As he walked through the door it was like someone turned on the selfish diva switch.
I wasn’t particularly horrible, but I wasn’t about to win wife of the year either. Don’t make any noise, I muttered. This is supposed to be my time, I whinged.
Eventually he left for work and I was back to being alone. I was alone, but riddled with guilt. I shouldn’t have been so mean, I tortured myself.
I went about my day and didn’t do half the things I wanted. I didn’t drink my hot chocolate, I barely found time for lunch. And before long Lacey was home. I was so glad to see her little face and hear her cheeky little voice. Her new phrase for the day was: No way!


I don’t know what the point of this post is really. As my Mum said when she dropped Lacey back to me, after I explained to her that I hadn’t done everything I planned {and she eyed the housework I didn’t do}: There will always be another day.

She’s right. I wish I didn’t get so tangled up in trying to have time alone, and trying to recharge my batteries. I can’t help it. I crave it more than chocolate, and that’s saying something.
Anyways moving on to lighter, happier things… this week on Fat Mum Slim is massive. Massively fun. There are giveaways every single day to celebrate Mother’s Day. I just want to say it now: You don’t have to be a Mum to enter. Jump in anyway.
So pop back and enter into every competition. I want you to. Let’s make it a fun week!
My Point & Shoot this week is a quick snap of the sky outside yesterday. It was bluer than blue. My camera has decided that it doesn’t want to focus anymore, which had me in a tizz yesterday too. Another thing to add to my to-do list, getting that fixed.
How was your weekend my friend?


17 thoughts on “Petty Little Thing.”

  1. I was the same on saturday. I needed to go down to the local mall to see a friend quickly who was working and also planned to get a quick massage too. Beautiful I thought, run down myself, do what I need to do and hubby can stay home with kids.

    Nope. We all went.

    Oh well. Turns out I did what I needed to do, just had some company to do it.

  2. I think everyone has moments/days/even weeks like that. Whenever I am like that it's like a train wreck that you can't stop – you know you are being divaish and yet you can't seem to stop. I can only speak fluent bitch and yet, you can't stop. Best thing about all that? It's done and tomorrow is a new day. New blue sky to look at!

  3. Wow, how I love to be alone. It doesn't happen very often, and when it does I usually take the opportunity to work without any disturbances.
    I went away last weekend, three nights without children, but still quite a lot of things going on. It was so weird.
    I have a voucher for a pedicure that I've had since before Christmas. One of these days I'm going to use it.

  4. It's one of the more challenging parts of being a Mum, isn't it? And it is hard to make it a priority without feeling selfish or guilty. My “me time” yesterday should have been relaxing, but I couldn't do it. At least the kitchen and floors are clean 🙂

  5. i love me time but the worst thing i do is when i get it .. i waste it on silly things ..there is always a next time 🙂 Me time is like finding treasure to me. have a great week sweetie xx

  6. Even though you state you were unsure of the point of this post,let me tell you it is full of inciteful points for me – a mum who

    a)gets into a tizz when I do get time alone as I set myself an impossible list of jobs to do

    b) totally dig that “sinking feeling” when hubby or a visitor arrive early and compromise that precious “me time”

    Thanks for sharing your lovely blog .. I am new to this and learning the “craft” so to speak from bloggers like yourself!

  7. I definitely know what you mean about having “me” time. I can relate to that… and I'm having my “me” time right now since Tyler is out with the boys golfing. 🙂

  8. I get so lost when I'm home by myself. Nothing much gets done here. The silence is so consuming sometimes. Just to sit and read!! I hope you find time for a hot chocolate soon!!

  9. Oh Chantelle, I know how you feel! Every Friday when I drop Keeli at Kindy, I have so many plans to do things that I want to do (and they don't include cleaning), but by the time I have to pick her up, all I've done is chase my tail and get very little done. It stresses me out because I feeli like I should make the most of my day, but each and every Friday it's the same old story.

  10. Yep – I get it. All of it. The anxiety over time running out when you're alone, and the disappointment when it doesn't come off as planned.

    I'm very fortunate to have every Tuesday and Friday to myself, between the hours of 9.15am and 3.15pm anyway. I always think I'm going to achieve so much more than what I ever actually do, and I always feel disappointed. (And I hate it when I have to waste it with talking to a handyman or something on the odd occasion!)

    But, you know, another day will come. I'm sure your Mum won't mind another play date with your little gal. Some time soon perhaps?

  11. I hear ya sister!
    I have been complaining for weeks, possibly even months about Phil working all weekend, nearly every weekend and not being able to get things done.
    He was home this weekend and managed to annoy me by doing nothing so much so that I wished he was at work.
    poor bugger can't win!!!

  12. I completely understand, and I don't have children! But I always feel guilty about it too. So I hope that makes you feel a little less guilty Telle xx

    And thank you for taking such a beautiful photo of my birthday – I was trying to describe how lovely it was to my parents, but this photo captures it perfectly!

  13. oh telle… i totally get how your feeling… i know that feeling too well! as mummas, we get so few moments by ourselves to do what we want, so when it does happen we put too much pressure on ourselves and fail to achieve even half of what we set out to do! it leaves you feeling exhausted and in need of a break… arrgggghh!

    im pretty sure that your not even capable of being mean… in all the years ive known you mean is not a word i would ever use to describe you! id never say you were selfish either but being selfish is a must at times so dont beat yourself up! shane probably didnt even notice! rowe x

  14. I can relate to all of it! The almost obsessive desire for 'me time and space' the anticipation the night before and the norning of, the sinking feeling when it isn't how I had planned it in my head, the guilt when I have been a little 'witchy' with my tolerant, generous and sensitive husband and then the moment when my little one comes home and I turn into a pile of goo and realise 'its ok, there will be another time'…..

    Glad to find that I am not alone in my experiences!

    Sx

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