Sometimes I need a break. If you are a mom and you don’t need a break once in a while then my hat is off to you, you big, fat liar. If I can get away – just for a few days now and again – from the crazy and the schedule and the whining and the chaos, then I can better handle it all with patience and understanding and without child protective services ever needing to get involved. Plus, it helps me to shield Sheepdog from the insanity (I try to have most of it under control by the time he comes home from work). Fortunately for me, Sheepdog recognizes and appreciates all of this and he sends me away often.
Last year I went to the Dominican Republic for eight whole days, while he stayed here to care for the kids and work from home at the same time. Then (with only 36 hours notice!) he sent me to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico for another eight days in February. Last weekend I attended my cousin’s wedding in Atlantic City, and I was out of town for three days. So when my annual solo escape for Mother’s Day fell on the very next weekend I didn’t even consider going. But Sheepdog is awesome, so he is making me go anyway.
Mother’s Day, Run Away is my weekend to do nothing. I will not wipe one butt, nose, nor dirt-smeared face (unless we’re talking about my own). I will not intervene in one sibling argument, nor will I help drive anyone to or from an activity. I will not give anyone a bath, nor will I put anyone to bed (thirty-seven times in one night). I am going to sleep for twelve uninterrupted hours, listen to good music, read books and trashy magazines, then take a nap on the deck. I will probably be bored after one day, but I will force myself to enjoy it.
If you see Sheepdog at soccer or tee ball or meandering the aisles at Kroger, please stop and tell him how awesome he is. Maybe even flirt and tell him how sexy it is that he sends me off for some alone time. He will totally dig that and thus be encouraged to send me away again. And next year you can feel free to join me.
Unless you need someone to wipe your butt. Then you are on your own.
Sheepdog and I have spoiled you girls rotten. Nobody tells me I’m sexy at the Publix.
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