Misunderstanding the Definition of “Me Time”

My husband was kind enough to let me take the time between putting the boy to bed and midnight all for myself.

I know it’s silly, but I spent the first hour picking up both the kitchen and living room.  The living room had been driving me crazy for days, especially since I had to tackle the project of purging all of the boy’s three-month clothes and short-sleeved onesies and replace them with six and nine-month clothes.  We are fortunate enough to have an overabundance of pants, but we’re short on long sleeve onesies and lightweight pajamas.  During the purge-and-replace, I’ve been putting name labels on all of his clothes.  Fingers crossed that they are as waterproof as they claim to be!

I’m finally sitting down now to… I’m not sure.  I’ve grown accustomed to being on call, but I’m not even on call for feeding.  I’ve prepped a bottle for the boy if he wakes up to eat before midnight.

I’ve already heard him cry a few times, and it’s hard not to go in and check on him and my husband.  He’s going through a rough time right now:  growth spurt, cognitive leaps associated with new skills (rolling over, sitting up, and much more babbling,) cradle cap (which has begun to bother him,) a persistent cough and unending congestion.  In spite of all of this, he remains in good spirits.  He’s giving us full belly laughs!

I’ll probably spend a portion of “me time” choosing one of the 16 pictures I took for our four-month update on Facebook.  I could argue that this is a good use of the time, considering that lengthy (non-work) computer time is in short supply.

I’ve discovered that I don’t need a lot of “me time.”  While there are times I crave a good, uninterrupted How I Met Your Mother or Supernatural marathon, for the most part, I’m happy with the rhythm of my life.  I’m content with the “me time” I get on my morning commute to work and my middle-of-the-night pumping sessions.  It’s been surprisingly easy to enjoy each stage of the boy’s life, although there are things from earlier stages that I miss and things in future stages to which I look forward.

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About Jennifer

Middle-aged working mother of a toddler. Also a Barefoot Books Ambassador and OBC certified teacher. Prone to cooking, ranting, fiction writing, and musing.
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