I would like to take this moment to brag profusely about the amazing and supportive husband I have. It’s the new generation of fathers out there. The ones that (thank goodness), play such a huge part in helping out with the children and household duties. In fact, I don’t think I know any new-age father out there these days that don’t actively participate in the daily grind of parenting (that includes diaper changes and laundry!).
My husband is the designated diaper changer in this house — King of Poopies, if you will.
And you know what, he has no issues with it at all. If you watch all the new diaper commercials these days, who do you usually see in them? Dads! Bless them. 🙂
Okay, back to what I was initially trying to talk about here in this post — our youth, our vitality, our freedom.
When was the last time you felt young? And when I say that, the last time you let yourself go?
or wearing socks with crocs or even worse…
the “UGG-ly” sweat pants tucked into a pair of Ugg boots everywhere you go. Sorry if I offended anyone here… actually I’m not sorry — what are you thinking?
I’m talking about a time recently when you were out not thinking or worrying about anything to do with life, just indulging in some good-for-you gratification? Mom-ME time I call it.
Stop for one second and breathe!
Schedule some time away, just by yourself. You can schedule another time with your hubby (equally important) or friends & family. But try going out on your own. Just you sans kids. It’s liberating. And it’s healthy.
I just recently did this for myself as I am guilty of never wanting to leave the kids (especially having an 8 week old baby) and very rarely get out. And boy did it feel amazing.
It was as simple as heading to the local bookstore, browsing through books and novelty products while enjoying a tall green tea latte.
For once, even if it only lasted for about 30 minutes until I passed the baby and kids section, did I not think about my daily responsibilities.
It was 30 minutes of uninterrupted me time (mind & body), that I very much needed.
We all do.
Okay, so I didn’t “set the world on fire” or anything, Chapters would probably sue me had I done something to equate to that greatness, but I felt invigorated. When driving to and from my destinations, I pumped my music (MY music — no wiggles or Gangnam Style *my 4 year old is obsessed*) and just enjoyed the one hour of freedom I had.
So Moms, seriously, don’t forget…