Well, I'm sitting here in Durant waiting for the fog to lift so I can drive back to Tulsa. I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm like a 90 year old when it comes to driving and technology.
I've been in Durant for the last couple of days helping my parents paint a bedroom and I've had a lot of time to think. I don't normally get to think. I recently read an article that said introverts (like me) need time alone to hear themselves think and sort things out. Well, lemme tell ya...the last time i was alone was sometime back in 2005 before i birthed my first child. So when I found myself alone in a quiet house with nothing to do but move that roller back and forth, my mind was making up for lost time. And i thought, Man, this is like a vacation! Which brings me to the point of this post.
Being the mother of many small children will DRASTICALLY lower your standards of what a vacation should be.
Example # 1 Before kids, I would not have considered physical labor a vacation. In fact, I would have considered punishment. And yet, I found my self living it up this weekend. I mean, I went to the bathroom numerous times, BY MYSELF.
Example #2 Now this one is the most telling of how desperate we moms can get for a little "me time". I recently had a colonoscopy . For those of you unfamiliar with this procedure, the part everyone dreads is the prep which involves drinking about 5 gallons of some liquid that I finally decided tasted like salty milk and then sitting on the pot for the rest of the day. My mom and dad took the girls for the weekend so i could do the prep and the procedure without having to worry about them. When aaron called from work to see how things were going, i cross my heart and hope to die, I said, "This is like a vacation!!" And don't get me started on the actual procedure. Those drugs were heaven. Forget the sandy beaches....when can I get another colonoscopy?!
...Do you see what I mean?! If you had told me 10 years ago that i would consider a colonoscopy and painting a vacation I might have jerked your arm off and beat you with it.
In other news, I went to the dentist the other day and found out my gums are receding. Great. Because my teeth aren't big enough already. Then my hygenist told me I was probably clenching my teeth at night. Soon thereafter it came out that I had three small children and my hygenist said, "Well, girl, I could've diagnosed you over the phone!" So there I am processing that my gums are receding and of course my mind immediatly goes to worst case scenario which looked a little something like this...
Then she tells me that a bite guard will help. Nothing sexier than snuggling up to your wife and her bite guard. Except when she takes it out and super long spit strings dangle between her mouth and the bite guard. Come on. Throw me a bone here. So, I left with instructions to wear my retainer and use sensodyne, and possibly gum grafts in my future which are "much less painful nowadays."
Hey, sounds like a vacation to me!
I've been in Durant for the last couple of days helping my parents paint a bedroom and I've had a lot of time to think. I don't normally get to think. I recently read an article that said introverts (like me) need time alone to hear themselves think and sort things out. Well, lemme tell ya...the last time i was alone was sometime back in 2005 before i birthed my first child. So when I found myself alone in a quiet house with nothing to do but move that roller back and forth, my mind was making up for lost time. And i thought, Man, this is like a vacation! Which brings me to the point of this post.
Being the mother of many small children will DRASTICALLY lower your standards of what a vacation should be.
Example # 1 Before kids, I would not have considered physical labor a vacation. In fact, I would have considered punishment. And yet, I found my self living it up this weekend. I mean, I went to the bathroom numerous times, BY MYSELF.
Example #2 Now this one is the most telling of how desperate we moms can get for a little "me time". I recently had a colonoscopy . For those of you unfamiliar with this procedure, the part everyone dreads is the prep which involves drinking about 5 gallons of some liquid that I finally decided tasted like salty milk and then sitting on the pot for the rest of the day. My mom and dad took the girls for the weekend so i could do the prep and the procedure without having to worry about them. When aaron called from work to see how things were going, i cross my heart and hope to die, I said, "This is like a vacation!!" And don't get me started on the actual procedure. Those drugs were heaven. Forget the sandy beaches....when can I get another colonoscopy?!
...Do you see what I mean?! If you had told me 10 years ago that i would consider a colonoscopy and painting a vacation I might have jerked your arm off and beat you with it.
In other news, I went to the dentist the other day and found out my gums are receding. Great. Because my teeth aren't big enough already. Then my hygenist told me I was probably clenching my teeth at night. Soon thereafter it came out that I had three small children and my hygenist said, "Well, girl, I could've diagnosed you over the phone!" So there I am processing that my gums are receding and of course my mind immediatly goes to worst case scenario which looked a little something like this...
Then she tells me that a bite guard will help. Nothing sexier than snuggling up to your wife and her bite guard. Except when she takes it out and super long spit strings dangle between her mouth and the bite guard. Come on. Throw me a bone here. So, I left with instructions to wear my retainer and use sensodyne, and possibly gum grafts in my future which are "much less painful nowadays."
Hey, sounds like a vacation to me!
And so many of us can relate . . . but when you look back, the time will have gone by so fast, it will be like a blink . . . and your biannual post has almost become an annual . . . but I love hearing your stories about your family when you DO post :) Love u guys
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