I have a strong suspicion that I cannot possibly be the only mother of a small child (or children) who is regularly on the verge off plunging of the precipice of sanity. Is it just me? Can't be.
Now, I know that mothers who get paychecks and go off to work have their own sets of stressors, dilemmas, and what have you, but I'm not personally familiar with those experiences. Nor do I know what stay at home moms do while their children are at school and how those days play out. What I am familiar is staying at home with a wild and zany (sparkly, magnificent, energetic, mostly-enchanting) 6 year old whom I try ever so hard to homeschool (more or less).
It's tough. Granted, I probably have more time to work on my Words With Friends moves than most, I also guarantee that I vacuum my table top (who else has a special attachment used just for the table?) , scrape up glue, and wash paint from fabrics more than almost anyone out there. I still have purple tempera paint on my navy suede moccasins. Morning to night and through the night and back again in the morning...
"Yes I'm watching. Hold the pencil like this. It's too cold for the slip and slide! Yes, we can make fake cakes. You need to sleep in your own bed. Go back to bed. Go back to bed. Go back to bed. Brush your teeth. PLEASE try the carrots. The cat doesn't want to be held. Stay in the yard. That's poisonous. Do you want to go to time out? I love you! Be careful! Stay out of the mud. Yes, we can play in the mud. It's time to wake up. Yes, you can wear your princess dress to the restaurant. Pick up your toys! Pick out a book. Why do you hate my singing?!"
It's the constant nature of it all that brings out that ever so attractive eye twitch I've mastered.
I'm secure and happy with the decisions we've made as a family. I'm glad and fortunate to have the opportunity to stay at home with my daughter and be her primary teacher. Few things have been as fulfilling as watching her learn to read (math on the other hand...). I don't want to change a thing.
That said, I'm going out with my friends (downtown hotel, out of season white jeans, shiny shoes, trendy new restaurants, cocktails, art show... The whole shebang. It's a grownup ladies' slumber party, y'all!). Everybody needs a break and mine is coming up soon.
Yay! Back in the olden days, like, say, three or four years ago, I would have had a panic attack if I'd left my husband and daughter home without me for an overnighter such as this. I'm sure you normal people out there aren't as neurotic as me, but I don't think I could have done it then. Fast forward to 2013. This is no longer the case.
I'll tidy up the house, stock the freezer with popsicles and pizza, paint my nails, and be on my way. I'm sure I'll text and call the husband and daughter. I'll try to avoid the impulse to skype or facetime or whatever it's called, and just be present in the moment with my friends. Rejuvenation! And when I come back home that Saturday morning, I'll be ever so happy to vacuum the dining room table with my batteries fully recharged.