Clementine took a late morning nap and I tidied up the house. Then she had a bottle and we played for a while. We sang paddy cake and practiced reaching out and grabbing things with our hands (this pays off later in the day). After a bath she took another nap which allowed me to make some lunch and do some online Christmas shopping.
5:00 rolls around and while Nate took a shower (sometimes we don't bathe or brush our teeth until 5pm) Clementine and I played mama tiger and tiger cub. This game is my new favorite. It basically goes like this: we growl at each other and then Clementine attacks me, open-mouthed, and gums my face until I'm completely drenched in cub drool.
Then it happened. I'm hoping it happens to other moms, too. Cause it totally happened to me. I handed the baby to Nate, put on my coat, ignored the fact that I had greasy hair and no makeup on, and ran from the house. I had to. It felt like I was going to go crazy if I spent one more moment breathing the air in there. Sure I just roamed the aisles of Walgreens and Target, but it was simply the most enjoyable 90 minutes I've had in a while - greasy hair and all.
After that, I drove home, hugged my husband and scooped up my baby because I missed them both.
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My son is three and it still happens :-) It is so very important to get away by yourself. The key is to not feel guilty about it...something I'm still working on.
~Tracy
Penny just looked at this picture and said, "Mom, who's dat holding our baby?" Ha. We need to visit more often. I almost called you last night to go to the gym. I needed out too! I'll call you if I go tonight!
what a wonderfull post you are i have to like it much .........
travellingspot
Good on ya. And what a darling little girl.
I escape at least twice a week. It is my way of remembering what it was like to be selfish, independent, hands free and only worrying about what color my nail polish should be next week. I loved those days of worrying about just me and recreating them in my head. Then after about an hour and a half I start worrying about my little one and my hubs and I get all excited to get back home to them thinking about how sad my life would be without them. It's my weekly juggle in my head realizing I need my solitude in order to remember that life is much more amazing when shared with the ones I love.
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