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something that isn’t always free: time
This morning Mother took GM to the hair salon so that I could stay home, blast classic rock (oh so sad that classic rock now features R.E.M. and Salt ‘n Pepa) and work on my favorite new activity: header art. That’s right- I had almost two hours where I didn’t have to make anyone a meal, help anyone to or on the toilet, or answer the same question over and over again. So I spent it making mad love to photoshop…mmmmmm. bliss!
It was weird. It was almost like I was shy all alone. And then I found myself singing along to the internet radio, “Take! These broken wings! And learn to fly again, learn to live so free!” Oh Mr. Mister, where have you been?
I really don’t get a lot of uninterrupted time. Ever. Even in my sleep I am fitfully thinking about my massive to do list of house cleaning, prescription picking upping, laundry washing, or meal making. The twenty or so minutes of quiet time that happen at random GM nap moments are filled with laundry folding or sheet changing or cat finding/feeding. Usually I don’t mind- I actually love to be busy. But sometimes I just want to fucking be STILL. I want to have no one needing me.
In a perfect world I would be able to have my two hours of respite on Thursday afternoon. But the past few weeks have been marred by stomach bug. Two weeks ago (I don’t think I ever did update you guys on this) we found out that GM really did have a UTI. Then this past week GM was being so super clingy and fretful that I knew I couldn’t leave. Actually I probably could have left, but I often self sabotage things because I worry too much. Or because I need to be perfect. I suck at that.
Right now my biggest fantasy is a weekend ALL to myself. I would use my fantasy lottery winnings to book myself a giant, breezy penthouse hotel room. I would have quiet if I wanted it or Aretha if I wanted it. I would have no distractions or worries. I can’t think of anything nicer.
If I found a magic fairy that would grant you 48 hours to YOURSELF what would you do?
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It’s funny — I feel like I have almost nothing but free time. All of my free time makes me feel all the more empty for not having children. Granted, there are thing I could be doing with my time, and I do cook and clean and work on the yard and things like that. But mostly I spend my evenings knitting and watching sports. I know people would be jealous of this life. It is very calming. But I’m ready to have someone start needing me.
Oh the napping I would do! And the reading! And I might actually test out new recipes. Oh don’t tease me with the thought of 48 hours completely to myself…..
Shopping. Blissful uninterrupted shopping. Maybe some gardening, some writing. But mainly shopping.
Oh! I actaully get those blissful 48 hours every few months when my husband has to travel for work. I wake up late, take the dog for walks, eat spicey thai food, watch all my DVR’d shows and knit. And then, when I get tired, I go upstairs, and lay in bed and read until I can’t see straight (Aaron always makes me turn off the light at a ‘reasonable’ hour).
Oh, don’t make me think of such things! Is it weird that to celebrate my 30th in July that I thought (and didn’t repeat) that I would love, love, LOVE to spend a weekend away at a country house retreat? I would just sleep in a nice, cushy, large bed, wander around the grounds, and watch a lot of TV.
I need to go cry now.
A weekend to myself….sigh…….sleep, reading, ice cream, cheese and crackers….sigh…
Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband but I’m an only child and have lived alone a lot and there are times I really, really miss it.
I feel the same way about 80’s rock being “classic” now. I just bought the A-Ha album recently (okay, digital download this time) and I still love it all!!!!
I’ve lived alone for the past eighty hundred years and it has its ups and downs just like any other living arrangement. As for the trip with the lottery money, I’d probably take a nice little jaunt to Hawaii. I haven’t been there in a while and I miss it.
BTW - You have your DNC vote back! Okay, it’s only half a vote, but it’s still a vote.
With my time alone lottery winnings, I would go to a beachfront house, open all the windows, sleep until I woke up without an alarm or dogs having to go out. Then I would lounge around and read, take a nap on the beach, read on the beach, go in the water if I felt like it, and look for pretty shells. wow..that sounds so nice.
here from NCLM…first, I would hire a maid to clean for the 48 hours, so I could leave guilt-free. Then I would shop, read, sleep….without ever looking at a clock…
I would head down to the beach with a stack of cookbooks I checked out of the library and a few paperbacks. And a bicycle. And I would bike to the beach and eat meals by myself and look through cookbooks.
I would probably want to spend it with someone else. Sometimes it feels like all I have is alone time which makes me sad sometimes.
Oh I’m so jealous of your alone time!
If given 48 hours I would do all of my little built up projects, tons of scrapbooking, and several long, long bubblebaths to read.
Just visiting from NCLM . . ..
We would combine our 48 hours and then give them to you, and make you sit and create loads more headers like the fab new one above and then blog about them. Oh, and you would also be free to do as you chose (!) xx
Sleep, glorious sleep.
I always wish that I lived close enough to steal you away for a couple of days. Well, the guest room is always open, should you want it. (Except for this week, when my brother-in-law is sleeping in it, but I will kick him to the couch for you.)
Sleep, baby - sleep and oh yeah, SLEEP!
Sometimes, day to day challenges seems like there’s no end in sight and you keep on doing things all over again. If I have 48hrs for myself I would want to soak in the jacuzzi, transfer to a sauna, get a body scrub, full body massage,get my nails and hair done, and enjoy a fine meal in a ritzy resto. But on second though I can’t afford to do all that so I might as well, lay down on a hammock, play my ipod and sleep as long as I want.