Last week I submitted my thesis - five years worth of my best writing and it was like this weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
But there was still mounds of laundry to get done. Stacks of unopened mail. Paperwork to fill out. And everywhere I looked there was something that needed to get done. So much stuff that I let pile up for so long.
Then the pressure of writing and deadlines. Writing for Babble & Parents are second and third jobs for me. So between working outside the home, writing at night, writing my thesis, taking care of The Boy it was only a matter of time before I snapped.
Well I snapped last Saturday. Big time. (The Husband and I may have gotten into a little tiff.) And I just needed to get out. Because sometimes you just need to get away from your husband and your kid and your home. Sometimes you just need to say: F--k doing laundry and dishes and groceries and responsibility.
As I was getting dressed The Boy asked, "Where are you going Mommy?" (I know!! Such an appropriate WH-question!!)
"Out." I said.
"You're going to the supermarket." The Boy said. It sounded more like demand.
"No. I am not going to the supermarket. I am just going out."
I kissed him goodbye and walked out the door.
I took the train downtown and had an amazing day with my best girlfriends. We had sangria and burgers and wine and nutella panini's. (What can I say, we have pretty sophisticated taste.) I took a picture with Captain Cragen (swoon). And I treated myself to a mani/pedi.
I needed that day. All moms deserve a day to run away from home.
When I returned hours later, The Husband told me that when I walked out the door The Boy said, "Mommy's going to Texas."
Apparently, the only places The Boy thinks I go is to the supermarket and Texas. I don't always have to run to the supermarket for solace and I don't have to go as far as Texas (nor do I want to) but sometimes a happy compromise and a day away from it all is good for the mom soul.