Back in the day...

My husband was sick with what began with allergies and ended with fever. I insisted that he stay in bed most of the day, which we all know is rather difficult because when you have a three year old who LOVES his daddy, all he wants to do is play with him. So, we were glad Daddy stayed home from work today, we got a little extra time with him, his fever didn't return and he got the rest he needed.



As I was lying in bed last night after feeding baby girl her last feed of the day I realized how tired I was. And I looked over at my husband who wasn't feeling much better and said, "I'm so jealous of you right now."

"What?" he replied.
"I wish I could lie in bed all day and watch TV and do little else."
"Yeah, that's all good except that I am sick."
"Yeah, AND on top of it all, you get to take nyquil to help you sleep at night...SOOO jealous."
"Your crazy."

And then I got to thinking...when was the last time I was able to stay in bed for hours at a time with no responsibilities, no worries, nowhere to go, etc?

College.

I clearly remember saturdays like that.

I remember many occasions of staying in my pj's all day, sleeping till noon, then maybe grabbing a book and staying in bed until someone came by or called and was like, "Hey, lets go to common grounds (the local coffee house)." And then we would go get a yummy Iced white chocolate mocha with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles and then head back and watch a movie or hang out.

Yup. That's the last time I did anything like that.

So...I'm thinking that for mother's day that's what I want...a day of doing NOTHING. NADA!

A day I can sleep as long as I want without having to make, do, clean, pick up, put away or worry about anything. And when I do wake up I can pick up a good book and read with no interruptions, no "mommy can you," or "baby will you," or "WAAA...feed me!" and drink coffee in one long sitting without having to put it in the microwave because I forgot about it because I had to make, do, clean, pick up, put away or worry about whatever.

Yeah...I know this isn't gonna happen but maybe if I'm lucky I can get an hour of this. The funny thing is...this all may sound real good...but I kinda like being needed. Being mommy. Oh well...

"Father, thank you for making me a mommy. It is the hardest, sweetest, most rewarding blessing ever. I know there are days when I am tired. There are days when I feel like my head is spinning and there are moments when I do want to lie in bed all day and not be "mom" but...I know this season of being mommy is fleeting. Before I know it my kids won't need me for everything...they will be able to bathe and clothe and feed themselves. Remind me that this won't be forever, but...let me always be needed. In your precious name, Amen."

I need a break

I am in need of a break.

Time off.
Vacation.
Something.

Desperate need.

Great desire.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!

These last few weeks I have been just...blah. I mentioned how I was climbing a mountain here, and then in all it's craziness I had one good and beautiful day here.

Well, that day came and went. I still have little energy and not to be a cry baby, because I know others have it worse, but the nausea is unrelenting. I know I mentioned it before here, but seriously...

I am just not functioning the same. My house is a mess. I am so behind on laundry, YOU HAVE NO IDEA! It's bad. Real bad. I'm sure in the next few days (like tomorrow) my husband is going to wake me up with, "babe, do I have any clean underwear?" And my response..."Do you see the mounds of laundry everywhere...probably not since you haven't attempted to clean it either!"

So...all in all I have decided that I need some serious chillaxing. I need time away because my patience with the boys is thin.

Non-existent.

I need just a few days to rejuvenate and reprioritize and just not be needed! No chores, lots of sleep, no crying from anyone, especially me!

This is my new project.

GO ON VACATION.

I will google. I will search. I will find something close, but cheap, but exactly what I need.

So...the search begins.

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