I’ve been single parenting for the past ten days. To say I’m a little burnt out would be an understatement. My husband arrived home Wednesday evening after the kids had already gone to bed. They were ecstatic when they woke up to discover that their dad was home. I slept in a bit and then came downstairs to get Vijay ready for school, and upon seeing me coming downstairs, he said to me rather casually, “I wish you weren’t home, mama.” My heart broke.
I know what he meant- in his 4 year old way he was trying to tell me that he wanted to be with his dad all day. He wanted to be in “dad zone” where there are no rules, and meals don’t include vegetables, and the day is made up of “special treats.” But after ten days of nothing but home cooking, snuggling under blankets to read books, epic cookie baking, trips to gymnastics, the library and the children’s museum, and countless hours playing trains in the playroom, I felt like I deserved more. This is the hard thing about motherhood- it is often thankless. Do I know that my kids adore me? Yes, of course. I have two very affectionate, sweet boys who are usually wonderful about showering me with love, but they are also toddlers, and they often don’t know how to properly voice their feelings and frustrations. Many times, their frustrations get aimed at good ole’ mom.
I am hoping to reboot this weekend, perhaps visit the farmer’s market and take a Bikrim yoga class or two. My husband has a babysitter lined up for tonight so I’m looking forward to date night. I’m also finishing up my latest home project, which you can see taking shape above. Since the boys are now sharing a room, I’m turning Vik’s old room into an office for my husband (mainly to get his damn computer off the kitchen table, which drives me crazy). I was so pumped to find that beautiful, six-foot bench for sale on craigslist for $100. What a steal! The rest of the room came together with things we had laying around the house including pillows and rugs from our travels abroad. I’m planning on sneaking in a few hours to watch Fixer Upper, my new obsession, and work on my latest knitting project. As much as I love my boys, I need a break. And perhaps they feel the same. A weekend spent in the “dad zone” might just be the very thing we all need to reboot and refresh. See you on the flip side!