Today is Patriots’ Day, which means I have a rare day off without kids. Daycare is open. (Let’s face it, who really celebrates Patriots’ Day?) My office is closed. This puts me in a weird position of having time to myself. I say weird because I’m not used to it, and, frankly, I have no idea what to do with it. I’m so used to scheduling every minute of the day. Between work, being a mom, taking a grad class and managing the family, I don’t get too much time to myself.
I’ve been especially busy due to the fact that my husband is a CPA. So, from January – April 15th, I pretty much act like a single mom. The difference, of course, is that the hubby comes back into our lives every morning and two nights a week for dinner. He also makes himself available when I need to attend a board meeting or get myself to the hair salon. (Seriously, I don’t know how single moms do it.)
These past few weeks have been taxing (literally), with a major fundraiser to manage at work, a new class with a paper and group project to work on, extra hours before the tax deadline, etc. Now, I’m sitting on my leather couch wondering what to do with myself. I’m pretty caught up with class. I have the fundraiser under control. My husband is back. The kids are happy at daycare. I can think of a million things that I should do. But, I’m ignoring those things for now. (Well, I did go out and got that oil change I’ve been putting off.) Instead, I’m on a quest to do something for myself. Unfortunately, the spas around town are not in on my plan.
Would it kill someone to give me a hot stone massage right now? I guess I’ll have to settle for a manicure.