I am sitting here at my computer while my littlest child naps and my other three children have now started school for a good chunk of the day. This means I have actual alone time! Let me just mention that again so we can all breathe it in, ACTUAL ALONE TIME! Time that I get to decide what it is I will do, or not do. It may not be much, but for about two hours a day Monday – Friday for the next unforeseeable future (or until my two yr old decides to quit taking naps) I can do whatever I want! My options may not be too exciting or large in number, but they are mine for the choosing.
In a way it has been like preparing for a marathon getting to this point, The school shopping that includes hours of time spent in dressing rooms outfitting the three of them into fashionista’s on a super small budget. Shoes for all three when I swear their feet are growing at least two sizes a month, Fresh Haircuts to trim off the split ends to make it easier to attempt complex hairstyles I find on You Tube.
I did it and I am ready for the Marathon part, although instead of 26.2 long exhausting miles of running and sweating my guts out, My marathon is two hours of free time every school day! As you can tell I am pretty great at metaphors.
So what will I do with my new found two hours of freedom? I have had visions of cleaning my house top to bottom, prepping wonderful dinners, baking galore. Planning Pinterest worthy activities I can do with my kid’s after school. Finally getting caught up for once on laundry would be nice. I would also love to fill this time with writing, maybe a book, or many essays about everything. Reading would be wonderful, there are so many amazing books I have not yet read.
Who am I kidding myself.
I will probably end up spending my time on Facebook, watching everyone’s clips of themselves being poured over the head with buckets of ice cold wondering why I have not yet been nominated, or Scouring my favorite entertainment websites to find out which celeb is now pregnant, maybe I’ll scan through my instagram feed and look at everyone’s amazing gourmet lunches while I think about the half a bowl of mac and cheese I ended up eating after my child was all done with it.
At least I have high hopes for my new found two hours of freedom, there will always be that.
*After thought: No nominating me for the ALS ice bucket challenge now. It would be out of pity, pity nominations are not as much fun.