It’s Friday Night and I Feel Stressed

For eight glorious Saturdays in the winter, Tony takes N and B to downhill ski lessons in the morning, and then the three of them ski together for a few hours in the afternoon. Since I don’t ski, and I really have no interest in picking it up (I’m a grown-up now; I can make these kinds of decisions), Tony takes them on his own and I get to have approximately seven hours of time all to myself. On a weekend. And it’s quiet. And what? I hardly know what to do with myself. But on Friday night, the mental lists start to formulate, against my will, of all the things that I should accomplish the next day. And then what the hell, it’s like when you get some unexpected money and you have to consider how you will spend it, and then you have mentally spent it ten times over. That’s how it is with free time when you have a full time job and you are the parent of young children. There are an unlimited number of things that could be done with the day and the pressure is on to use that time wisely.

When I talk to other moms about my Saturdays, they invariably comment on all of the cleaning and organizing they could accomplish if they had this kind of time. Well yes. But here is the thing. I have zero desire to clean and organize when I have the house to myself. I immediately want to flip back to the days of when I could sleep in, drink a pot of coffee with the newspaper, and then maybe pick up a book or go for a run without any little voices of protest. This however feels very indulgent. So I often end up feeling unsettled and guilty.

We are two weekends into ski lessons now, so six more to go, and I think I have figured out what my general routine will be: sleep in a bit but not too long so as not to waste the day; drink three cups of coffee (yes three!) and read the newspaper, put on some exercise clothes and either head to the gym or outdoors for a run; home to a long hot shower and lunch; a little reading and writing of blogs; a little piano practice time (that’s a whole other blog post); a little book time, and then voila, the day is done and my little gang comes tumbling through the doorway all fresh and rosy and lovely. The day flies by, but I have accomplished nothing except a little restoration of my soul and well-being, and what better accomplishment is there than that?

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About Finola

I am an Ottawa area Mom, writer-want-to-be and coffee legend in the making.
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5 Responses to It’s Friday Night and I Feel Stressed

  1. gryph says:

    That sounds like a perfect way to spend your Saturday. Soul restoration is an important and often neglected task! 🙂

  2. JoeGirl says:

    Fin, you are right on the money with this one. Never feel guilty for taking time to replenish. You work hard, your house is always tickety-boo, and you soooo deserve the soul time.

    ENJOY your day tomorrow. Princess.

    xox
    Joe

  3. Anonymous says:

    Me time is a requisite for sanity the rest of the time. Skipping it, is folly. Feeling guilty for it worse.

  4. Kiera says:

    You are wise to take your me time while the fam is away. My DD caught me taking me time at 1:30 am, and was angry at me the next day for being grumpy.

  5. Finola says:

    Me time is important….so why do we feel so guilty for it?
    Kiera, 1:30 am??

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