I Needed A Time-OutBeth Anne Ballance
That was my Saturday.
I practically threw the kid (okay, not really) into the bed by 7:30pm and poured a glass of wine. Twenty minutes later, I was practically in tears with a kiddo that refused to go to sleep. By the time my husband got home, I was begging to go to bed and not be touched or spoken to for a solid twelve hours.
Unfortunately, my husband and friends had other plans.
My friends were throwing BaconFest 2012, a party where everyone brought a bacon dish (ranging from bacon-wrapped vegetables to bacon ice cream) and they were all spending the night together. I had planned on attending, but I wasn’t so keen on showing up to the party three hours late with no shower and no bacon dish. But my husband pushed me into the shower, out the door, and I showed up with a sleeping bag and wet hair. It was good to see my friends, who understand how hard motherhood can be, and to chat over a beer in our sweatpants.
The next morning as I drove home, I called Doug and asked him how things were going. Turns out that Harrison slept in a little later than normal, ate a good breakfast, and they were just settling down with a Disney movie. “Take your time, babe,” my husband encouraged.
Normally I would have headed straight home but this time, I knew I really needed a break from Harrison. It was 10:30am on a Sunday, so I headed to Target by myself, the only place open. I grabbed a caramel coffee from Starbucks and perused the new Essie nail polish colors, tried on a few tops, and then headed to the movie theater to see an 11:45 showing of The Hunger Games. ALL BY MYSELF. It was glorious and when I got home at 2pm, I was absolutely ready to see my toddler.
Sometimes Momma just needs a few hours to recharge, you know?