As a stay at home mom, I spend 99.9% of my time with my kids. I don't want to give the impression that I don't love spending time with them, because I do, but when you spend so much time with two little people, you are bound to long for a little time to yourself. Mix in the fact that it's a very one-sided relationship on the mental stimulation front. I spend a lot of time with my kids playing games and reading stories in an effort to impart knowledge to them, and give their imaginations a work-out. I, on the other hand, am rarely challenged in this way. (Although they are teaching me all about patience, and love, and the fine art of disinfecting things.)
When bedtime rolls around I am delirious with joy to see those sweet little faces with eyes closed. So happy that I would do a ritual happy dance if I weren't so exhausted by that time. With the children safely tucked into bed I am at last free to do as I please - read a book, watch a movie, or most likely read some blogs. I have given nearly every moment of my day to my munchkins and now finally what is left of the day is all mine!!!
So why is it that right after they fall alseep, and I go in to make sure they are covered up and give their soft little cheeks some kisses to keep the bad dreams at bay, that I long for them to be awake so I can cuddle with them and read them stories, or listen to them chatter on while they scribble in their coloring books?!? What the hell is wrong with me?
Not thirty minutes ago I was so anxious to put them to bed and be reprieved, and here I am wishing they were awake because I miss them. I'm telling you something has been knocked loose in my head. It must be part of the kids' master plan to take me over completely. Sadly, it's working. I am so in love with those little people that I can't even fully enjoy what little time I have away from them. (Evidence that further proves Mamacita's point that all mothers are crazy.)
We'll be going out later to find me a straight jacket.
