I work from home. My husband works from home. Our children are too young to attend school for longer than three hours a couple of times a week, hence they are also generally home. Everybody is home A LOT.
Don’t get me wrong: I am so grateful that my husband and I have careers where we can co-parent and be incredibly present in our children’s lives. But it’s an intense kind of togetherness, and I occasionally envision my temporary escape. Not that I’ve considered it too much (she lies), but the my perfect day right now would be 24 hours in a hotel room, ALONE, where I would read a book that has nothing to do with anyone being the happiest anything on the block; order champagne and a burrito from room service; watch the entire BBC “Pride & Prejudice” miniseries sans grumbling from my husband; not answer calls, texts or emails; and oh yeah, SLEEP. Delicious, glorious sleep in a bed I don’t have to share with hot sleepers, wakeful infants or pointy-elbowed toddlers. I would awaken to birds chirping and sunlight streaming through my window, not crying (aka Satan’s Alarm Clock).
This is where the mom guilt should kick in, right? Because somewhere in the universe, “Mommy, somebody needs you.” You know what? My family “needs” for me not to be miserable and exhausted. (As previously established, I’m a real meanie when I’m sleep deprived .) Being a parent and spouse means leaving selfishness behind and prioritizing someone else’s happiness, but taking time to care for yourself isn’t selfishness; it’s survival.
So what would you do if you had 24 hours alone? Priss & Vinegar would love to hear your most awesome “me” time ideas, if for no other reason than so I can use them myself. A girl can dream…