Sunday, November 08, 2009
Cure for the Mommy Blahs
For the last two months I've been feeling really "Blah". All is well, life is good. In fact it's fine... For my 4 & 6 year old kids, it is totally awesome. We've been very family focused for the last two months. Mr. Man is working a TON, so it's me and the kids hanging out all the time. And when he is off of work, we are cramming in all the family fun we can handle. It's enjoyable, but I feel a bit like I'm losing my personality. "What have you been up to?" is a dreaded question. Let's see, I feel like I am constantly involved in meal prep or cleanup all day long. I have put Barbies dress on 100 times today. Instead of raving about some fabulous new restaurant or talking about the season's must have fashion item, I'm talking about how grateful I am the Icee machine wasn't broken at Target, because I just couldn't handle one more whine from the kiddos. Things are a little mundane around here.They are great kids and I know when they read this one day they are going to be rolling their eyes when I say, "No, look you guys weren't the problem, it was me." Really, it is me, I just need some adult time. Evenings spent on the couch watching the latest reality show by myself isn't helping my intelligence, I need conversation with an adult. Mr. Man is apolegetic, "I promise after this phase is finished of the project, we will go out, I'll cook, you go off somewhere with your friends, I promise." However, we are still a few weeks off from that point. This is where Cinnamon comes into the picture. (literally... ha!) I told her in the most whiney voice that my life is drab, and I am turning into one of those mums who has nothing to talk about. Cinnamon was quick to spring into action, "Come out with me for so and so's birthday, you love her, and we will have a good time. I promise it will be worth whatever crazy sitter scenario you have to come up with." Six minutes into dinner, I felt like myself again. My brain which felt like it had been slowly melting, was working again. Even better, we got to the point where we laughed so hard we couldn't walk straight. To top it all off, Auntie Laura was there too, laughing it up. (She was sans new Cinderella Barbie, does she not realize what the role of an Auntie is?) Might I also add she was using that Cheshire Cat smile and flirting her way through the evening. The next morning, when I woke up I happily greeted my troops and got busy with feeding them breakfast, this time with a smile on my face. Life is good.