MOM-ents: It's All About Me

My sister’s wedding was this weekend and my daughter and I were in it. So, of course, I was stressing out about making sure every detail was accounted for before I left for the salon Saturday.  Amid all the running around, rehearsal dinner, etc., I did have a brief window of opportunity to decompress on Friday when I went to get my eyebrows waxed and may or may not have fallen asleep while getting them done.

This week, behavior like that could be expected because it has been crazy, but unfortunately, I almost fall asleep EVERY time I am getting my eyebrows done.  For those not familiar with the process, it includes lying on a cot in a quiet room (stay with me here) while someone pours hot wax over any part of your eyebrow area that contains hair but shouldn’t.  They then push a piece of cloth over the hot wax and tear it off, ripping out every piece of offensive hair by the root.  Then, any hair that was missed is pulled out one by one.  There is a moment of relief as they put some oil over top of your burning skin, but it is short-lived.  The crazy part is I look forward to it.  Ten minutes in a quiet room with my eyes closed is worth the brief discomfort that the removal of the wax brings.  I haven’t felt so relaxed since the last time I went to the dentist.  To get a crown.  True story.

So as I was lying there hoping that she wasn’t quite done yet (sick, right?), I thought of an article my mom sent me a few months ago.  In the article, it talked about how it is important for a mom to take two hours for just herself every three days and do something she enjoys.  I told myself that I would do that. I put it on my to-do list right under “lose the rest of the baby weight” so I am sure that you know where this is going. I haven’t yet committed to it, but do think little moments to myself definitely make me happier in the long run, once I get over the guilt of being away from my children since no one in the world could possibly make them as happy as I do.  Plus, what if someone takes Ryann out of the house without a matching bow and what if Matthew isn’t wearing any shoes or his clothes get dirty and I run into people and they wonder why my kids look like such bums when obviously I am not spending any time getting myself ready?

 While I don’t know if I can immediately commit to two hours every three days, I am going to work on letting go a little (LITTLE) bit and letting the capable people around me give me the help that they always offer and I rarely take.  (Assuming, after reading this, they don’t stop answering their phones).  Next step?  Figuring out how to fit “me” time in.