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I am up early for a Sunday morning. Trust me.

But I'm not going to complain about it. I am actually doing well! And what is even more surprising is that I was up all night with ScarlyJo and so I should be just exhausted.

Maybe it will hit me later. But right now I am workin' it.

I'm also catching up on Project Runway, hence the above phrase. Love this show. Although, my favorite designer went home along time ago. And even though Nina Garcia totally just dissed the Real Housewives of New Jersey. Because, I love that show even more than this one.

Anyways, I have a little time alone right now, which is totally rare. Scar is still sleeping from her long night of partying it up and Zach took Stella with him to go get a something for the car he is working on today.

I kind of wish this little "me" time would got on for hours! There is nothing more valuable than alone time in my mind. Especially for Mama's. We never get to be alone.

I'm not complaining about being a mother, don't get me wrong, but if you are one then you know.

Ok, maybe it's just when you're kids are little you don't get alone time, but whatever it is, I feel like it's the total necessity to surviving motherhood.

I used to be that person who was scared to be alone. Ok, not like scared, but like I never saw the need to be alone. I mean, I was always surrounded by friends or family or whoever. When you're single you have no idea how blessed you are with alone time. I totally love my life, and love my family and would never change anything, but if I covet anything from single life, it is the ability to have alone time whenever you want, for as long as you want.

Now, even when I'm alone, I'm not really alone. I mean, there is always a million things to do so I am surrounded by tasks or the idea of chores; or by alone, I mean the kids are just sleeping in the other room and I am limited to like three very quiet, very unproductive activities.

Like, I said, I'm not complaining. But I do miss it.

I'm totally that person that goes to movies alone, goes to dinner alone, would go anywhere alone and feel completely comfortable.

Ok, so back to my story. In college, when I lived in the dorm, I was surrounded by friends and people and things to do and I just never thought "Me Time" was necessary.

Then I went to Europe.

With a Permanent Team of three others. I mean. We were together, seriously, All. Of. The. Time.

It got a little difficult at times, I'm not kidding.

I love those people still today, one of them (Melinda) is seriously like a sister to me. I mean, seriously, we fight like sisters, we love like sisters. And Brad and Becky will always be super close friends of mine, even if we don't talk for years and years and years, all it would take is five minutes with them to feel like we had never been apart. But regardless if I ever see them again or not, I will die thinking they are my closest friends.

Ok, I will really feel like that way about everybody I have ever met though......

So. In Europe, to be alone, I would go to like extreme measures. One time, I walked the length of our huge Romanian City(Like it's at least twice as big as Omaha, if not three times. And by length, ok, I mean like just a really long distance. Keep up with my exaggeration.). There was no special reason for it, I just needed to breath.

Another time, I joined a band. But then, they asked the rest of my team to join too. So that didn't work out so well. Actually, in the end it worked out great because the people we met because of it were just amazing and it totally enriched the Romanian experience for all of us!

Anyways, when I came home, I really understood the value of working on myself, and it became a priority in my life.

And then I got married.

And then I had kids.

And now. I am never alone.

So this morning(Zach just called, he's taking Stella to breakfast, so I have just a couple more minutes of peace) this is like therapy.

And I need therapy this week, especially this week.

Growing up, my mom used to read us this book. And I can't remember the title now... maybe it was something like, "Five Minutes Peace" or something like that. But it was about this Elephant Family and the Elephant Mother just wanted five minutes of peace, but her little Elephant Children would never leave her alone and then at the end of the book, she locks herself in the bathroom and takes a bath and all of the Little Elephants were banging on the door and standing outside of it and fighting with each other, but the Mother Elephant was just taking a bubble bath totally ignoring her family with a smile on her face.

At the time, I just thought it was a funny book.

But now, with a little experience under my belt and an adult perspective maybe she was trying to tell me and Robbie something! Ha.

So anyways, this morning is heaven.

The only thing I don't like doing is going to parties alone. Which I totally have to do today because Zach is going to be working on the car and the girl's and I have a birthday party to go to.


I mean, don't get me wrong, I am SUPER excited for the party. I can't wait for the girls to have a good time and get to play with one of Stella's favorite children and Scarlett to get to interact with a child that I have already pegged to be a close friend of hers! (Sorry, Lindsay, hope that's ok with you!) :)

But, Besides the hosts of this party I will totally not know anyone! What am I going to do? Probably say a bunch of inappropriate, awkward stuff and totally make people uncomfortable.

What can I say? It's what I do best.


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1 comment:

  1. Even one or two minutes peace can be refreshing. Susanna Wesley (mother of many), used to put her apron up over her head, and the children knew she was praying and not to disturb....thinking I would be doing a lot of praying - but IMAGINE WHAT Scarlett could do in those minutes (or seconds) that you covered your head!