I couldn't have said it better myself!
Before my babe was born I dreaded going to the store. I would work all day long, an hour away from home, then come home and
cook order take-out, clean clean up after take-out, and do lesson plans. I would put off going to the store as long as possible. Then when it was time, I made my husband come with me.
I had plenty of me time whenever I wanted. I never needed to "schedule it". Well that has ALL changed since April. Veteran moms would warn me that I would miss my me time, and I just chuckled at them while telling them I wouldn't because I would love spending every waking moment with my boy.
I should have heeded their warning, because now that I am 6 months into motherhood, I can see that they were right (as much has I hate to be wrong!), and I should have listened. Now don't get me wrong, I love being a SAHM and spending all day/night with my boy. But all the days seem to run together, I don't get "weekends", and I don't get a break.
Even when my husband is spending time with him (which he does the second he gets home until bed time - he's pretty much amazing) I am still "on duty" because I come running with every "sad" whimper, and creep in on the diaper changes thinking he needs help. And each time I get the "hey it's my time with him!" or "I've got it babe". And I walk away sulking. Okay so maybe it's a little bit motherhood and a
little a lot me being a control freak.
He's got it under control!
No but seriously - they're like two pea's in a pod
All joking aside - it's the best father a boy could ask for!
Okay I digress.
Now that I don't get me time anymore whenever I want, I have to make it or I wouldn't ever get it. Which means I have to physically leave the house, otherwise my me time turns into me hovering time. But I am not the kinda gal that likes mani/pedi's, shopping, or girls luncheons. I feel guilty spending money when I'm not pulling in a paycheck.
So, my kinda me time is going to the grocery store. Sure I said I don't like shopping or spending money, but this is different. I now enjoy strolling up and down the isles pushing something other than a stroller. I love to peruse all the new cheeses, picking out my greek yogurt without rushing, spending copious amount of time in front of all the shiny wine bottles. I can completely zone out. It gives me time to be alone but still be productive. I can actually buy stuff without the worry that once we get in the checkout isle, my boy will have had enough and start fussing.
I see it as a personal growth. I no longer need my husband to come with me as a chaperone and I no longer put it off until we only have cat food left to eat. And I will tell you what, I have been coming home with some yummyyyy stuff...since I hit up the grocery store probably more than I should!