Lately, with managing a household, Fiancé and 3 kids, I have found myself swallowed with responsibilities. I’ve never felt this busy, overwhelmed or stressed before. Yeah, he helps when he gets home in the evenings. But, by that time it’s already 9:30 and everything is already done for that day. Trying to find time to take care of myself is hard. So I steal it.
The other day I called Fiancé from work and told him I needed him to pick up the kids. I legitimately had errands to run….which was true. I ran my errands and probably should have beaten him home. However, I was tired of being mommy, wife, instructor, disciplinarian, etc and just wanted to be me. I stole 20 minutes.
I stopped at Wendy’s on the way home. I can’t remember the last time I had fast food. I’ve been trying to be real healthy because Fiancé is real fit and trim and hell, I need to keep looking good. He doesn’t enforce, but women understand the reasoning behind that. I was craving hot fries, chicken nuggets and a frosty. I don’t even recall making the conscious decision to stop; my car just went to Wendy’s drive thru. I placed my order, happily paid and pulled into a parking lot.
I made phone calls I’ve been putting off because I honestly haven’t had the time to do them. Spoke with Fiancé and told him I was still running my errands (Wendy’s was an errand..kinda) and I’ll be home soon. He was almost home at that point. I ate my food in peace. By myself, away from family and responsibility. I think it even tasted better like that.
The other day I called Fiancé from work and told him I needed him to pick up the kids. I legitimately had errands to run….which was true. I ran my errands and probably should have beaten him home. However, I was tired of being mommy, wife, instructor, disciplinarian, etc and just wanted to be me. I stole 20 minutes.
I stopped at Wendy’s on the way home. I can’t remember the last time I had fast food. I’ve been trying to be real healthy because Fiancé is real fit and trim and hell, I need to keep looking good. He doesn’t enforce, but women understand the reasoning behind that. I was craving hot fries, chicken nuggets and a frosty. I don’t even recall making the conscious decision to stop; my car just went to Wendy’s drive thru. I placed my order, happily paid and pulled into a parking lot.
I made phone calls I’ve been putting off because I honestly haven’t had the time to do them. Spoke with Fiancé and told him I was still running my errands (Wendy’s was an errand..kinda) and I’ll be home soon. He was almost home at that point. I ate my food in peace. By myself, away from family and responsibility. I think it even tasted better like that.
1 comment:
Lol.. first tym here... luvin the way u write.
I think i need my own "20 minutes for me" too..
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