Traveling to California this past weekend I realized what a rarity it is to be alone when you are a parent, at least at my stage in parenting when my girls are still young enough to think I’m a pretty OK person to hang out with, most of the time.
I love people watching at the airport, settling in with a book on the plane uninterrupted, and crashing in a king-size bed all by myself. I felt a tremendous last minute pang of guilt Thursday night before I left. Just ask my husband. I felt guilty leaving him for the weekend with the girls, even though they would be spending fun time with my inlaws and their cousins and even though I knew everyone would survive without me. Wink.
I missed my family but it was nice to look out at the ocean by myself and ponder the meaning of life.
Okay, Okay it was nice to be able to sleep in two days in a row. I’m not necessarily a deeply philosophical girl. I do like to catch up on my sleep, though.
What about you? If you’re a parent, do you find it a rare luxury to have alone time? And do you like it? I remember the first time I went to the grocery store by myself when my older daughter was just a few weeks old. I felt all Thelma and Louise in the cereal aisle. There’s nothing like browsing Corn Flakes and Raisin Bran to make a new mom feel all giddy.
Even us been around the block a few times moms need some alone time, though.