Notes From the Bunker

Lace cookies= Epic Fail

           My mother's day present from my own wonderful mother was four hours of babysitting while I was given free time to do what I wanted.  The condition being that I had to spend at least half of that four hours out of the house.  While it does sound appealing, what I've been secretly craving all week is some hard alone time in my "bunker", aka bedroom. 

           Yes folks, it's an introvert's paradise in here; Netflix, comfy bed, second cup of coffee to be sipped leisurely, my trusty laptop, and blessed solitude.  Outside this room the world may be bustling and hustling, but here everything is damn peaceful and cozy.  This is where I get my spirit back, where I let all the crying, clinging, whining, and yelling slide off into oblivion as the coffee slides down my throat. 

           People always jump to "just get out of the house!" as the perfect solution for exhausted moms, when the truth is, sometimes we just want a little peace and relaxation in our own house.  No kids.  With snacks that we don't have to share.  I love my time away dearly, just spent yesterday afternoon meeting with my fiber arts group and having a ball.  But today, I want to be home, in my socks and yoga pants, no bra, teeth not brushed. 

           Tonight I'm taking my four-year-old to her first play, a local theater production of "Mary Poppins".  There will be lots of primping and fussing later, excited giggles and oohs and aaahs. But for the next couple of hours, it's 100% Mama time.  Now if you'll excuse me, the kiddos have found my hiding spot and I must give them kisses before Grandma whisks them away. 

           Tootles!