So, if you know me, chances are that you know how much I love Target. LOVE it.
Today, since Hubz is at home helping get our house ready for the First Communion shindig, I got to take Tate to therapy–by myself! That means that I got to drop him off and go to Target–sans my entourage. I got to browse! I took my time. I didn’t have to buy some bribery like fruit snacks or candy.
I looked at underwear–for me. I browsed the bra section. I looked at shoes–for me. I looked at makeup and nail polish. I flipped through the clothing. I looked at bathing suits and quickly ran away. (No need to depress myself while enjoying some me time.) All of the things that my boys do not tolerate well…I did. Just for me.
I got to use the restroom without scrambling under a stall to rescue a wayward child. I didn’t have to remind anyone to wash hands or to not rip off too much paper towel.
I stopped at the Starbucks. I indulged in a Carmel Light Frappucino. I didn’t have to pay ridiculous prices for chocolate milk that no one will drink. No one begged me for a pastry. (Ok, maybe my inner fat girl did, but I shooed her away…re: bathing suit season is coming soon…quite rapidly.)
So, while I still have a lot of stress and anxiety about getting everything on my list accomplished, I was able to have a little break today. It was the best medicine.
In 12 minutes my chaotic life returns….but the 148 minutes I’ve had to myself have been glorious…my present to me.
Happy Weekend, everyone!