Mama, dealing with special needs children, is NOT a title that I had anticipated having…
I. Am. Giddy.
I have just come off of a weekend….alone. Need I say that again (this time, as I say it, picture a chorus of angel’s signing in the background)…..I. Spent. An. Entire. Weekend. Alone. In a hotel room, with a television and people who would *bring* food to me. No one called, no one texted, no one came to my door (with the exception of the delivery boy, whom I am pretty sure I scared….and a dear friend, whom I have not sat and talked with in years).
I called to make my reservation on Friday and when the young lady said “I have kids too and I’m telling you, come now…get the weekend started,” I threw gravel out of the driveway. I did. I left kids whining and complaining, dogs barking, mail left unopened, dirt, cobwebs….I left. I left it all and didn’t think about it again.
I brought my fan, my laptop, a toothbrush, my body pillow, my school books, and food. I did bring one change of clothes, but really….what more does a person need? Junk food and sleep. No need to overpack.
I ate an entire bag of doritos (read that as being I licked the cheese off of an entire bag of doritos and then threw the cheese-less chips in the trash). I ate candy, drank coke (and water for those who think I’m entirely unhealthy). There was no one there to stop me.
I used the bathroom…..alone…..with the door open (to the bathroom, not my hotel room) and I watched tv as I sat. Now, I understand the fascination my husband has with that. Watching tv on the crapper…..who knew?
I stayed up late and watched Smokey and the Bandit. At one point, I just flipped through every channel on the tv, twice, because I could do it. **Side note: I totally remember why we don’t have tv, it is pointless, mindnumbing, and the commericals are gross.**
My friend, Kristi, came when most people would be in bed. We were not in bed. We sat up till 1:00 am and ate, laughed, and talked. It was glorious (she brought Mexican yummy!). I slept till 1 in the afternoon!!!!!!!!! I did that! I also did not feel bad about it.
In all fairness, I did do a TON of schoolwork, but it was uninterrupted and it got done. I have a small break before my next (and last) set of
hell classes begin. ~Love you, T, if you are reading this…..I’m thinking warm murdeous fuzzy thoughts about you~
I did not leave that room until they made me checkout. When I finally had to checkout, I went and (brace yourselves, people) sat at the bookstore. I just sat….I read….and sat….and smelled the books. I love the smell of books.
Eventually, I made it home…..to a clean house, happy kids, and a snuggly husband. Thank you, Big Daddy for letting me escape my world and giving me a break. You are a rockstar! This week is fall break. The weather is gorgeous, the kids are playing in this gorgeous-ness and I’m going to clean house….because I can.
I’m feeling potato soup and fresh bread could be on the menu tonight.