Today was Mommy Day.
Grace is at camp, and my other two were carted off to Grandma's house for the entire day - they left before breakfast and won't be home till after dinner. They'll already be showered and in their pjs and hopefully fast asleep from the car ride home.
And what did I do with my day?
I barely got out of bed. Watched a lot of TV (there's really nothing good on TV anymore). Took a nap.
See, I've been so exhausted lately. The wimpy reason is because I've been spending so much time at the pool, and it's been so hot that we're all drained at the end of the day. But the hidden reason is that I've been getting up two to three times every night to check Grace's blood sugar. I've talked about how bad her numbers have been this summer, and that leads to lots and lots of BG checks. And this week I've been up at 6:30 every morning to help get Grace off to camp.
So I took one day, and reveled in not having to make breakfast, lunch or dinner, no dishes, no laundry, no cleaning (well, a little, but not much), no paying bills, no grocery shopping, no playing referee or nursemaid or decision maker for my kids, no carb counting, bolusing or site changing, no worrying about numbers, numbers, numbers. I didn't make a single phone call. I took one day off from being a mother, wife, daughter, friend.
I didn't want or need to be pampered or taken care of. I just wanted to BE.
And it's been glorious!
Thank you to the best husband in the world for giving me this day. I love you!
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