Why I Love Wednesdays

Come to Mama!  (Photo Credit: joyosity on Flickr)

I love Wednesday nights.

My husband's work schedule requires him to rise and shine on Thursdays at the ungodly hour of three a.m.  On Wednesday nights, if all is going to plan he's in bed and snoring away by seven.  Then it's up to me to pack the kids into bed with a minimum of fuss and noise, so Wednesday nights are normally spent in front of the TV as a reward if the kids keep quiet.  Then they're off to bed by eight, and I'm alone.

Alone. A-L-O-N-E.

Oh, the bliss!  Peace!  Quiet!


On Wednesday nights, I can do things like...

...watch grown up TV shows!  No more Dora or Dragontails.  (Or even worse, Power Rangers...)

...eat ice cream without having to share!

...stretch out on the couch without worrying about a three year old flying off the arm of the couch onto my head.

...string two thoughts together that make sense!  It's hard doing any critical thinking while the kids are running circles around me all day. 

But most of all, Wednesday nights are a chance for me to "unplug" and recharge my Mommy batteries, to get rid of all the stress I've been carrying around for the week so I can wake up with a smile on my face and kind words on my tongue.  A few hours to myself make a better Mama for the rest of the week, and I'm sure my kids appreciate that.

Post Holiday Hangover

No, no...not that kind of hangover.  This nursing mama rarely gets to enjoy a nice cocktail, though I did indulge in a (small!) pina colada this weekend.  I'm a sucker for anything tropical.

What I want to be doing today. (photo credit: liquene on Flickr)

I'll be truthful.  I'm a homebody, and holidays and family gatherings sometimes take it out of me.  I do love my family.  I adore them, most of the time.  And it really is fun when we get together to hangout, eat good food, and play a game of corn hole or badminton.  But there is something about an entire day of socializing, the kids being out of their element and out of routine, and every part of the day being off schedule that is just so...exhausting.

So this morning, I was glad to wake up and have nowhere to go.  No one to visit and nothing to do.  Other than rescue my house from a long weekend of no housework, that is.

I would love to spend the evening curled up with my Kobo and the cat, reading and relaxing to my heart's content, but for now I'm just reveling in the comfort of my daily routine.

Wash.  Wipe down.  Pickup.  Tidy.  Straighten.  Repeat.