
Sunday mornings are my mornings. It’s the one day out of the week where I get to sleep in until I wake up. Then I get to eat my breakfast as slow as I choose without having to deal with Monkey.
Oh how I love & look forward to Sunday mornings.
But lately it seems like Sunday mornings don’t go my way. Two Sundays ago my husband was going out of town, so I didn’t sleep in. I wanted to savor the extra bit of time together before taking him to the airport.
And then there’s this morning.
I was happy when I realized it was Sunday. Of course Sunday mornings mean a lot more lately just because Monkey has been sleeping with me & I feel like I’m on duty with him day & night. I was excited about sleeping in my bed alone & not having anyone kick me in the head. Or throat. Or neck. You get the idea…
Monkey was sleeping in between us & woke up at 7am. He was really awake & ready to go so I was happy when my husband started getting out of bed. But then he said, “Can you watch Monkey while I pee & I’ll come back to get him?” I point blank told him that I could not & that he could take Monkey. (I mean, I do it every.single.morning. Can’t he?!)
He got Monkey out of bed & I went back to sleep. I was dreaming about a new dress & getting my hair done & then I hear a faint “Hiiiii”. I was confused. Why was my son in my room?!
Oh because my husband thought he might want to nap with me & then he put Monkey in the bed with me. WHAT??!
Of course he did not want to nap & then I was awake. He came & picked up Monkey from the bed & said, “Go back to sleep.” Yeah, right.
So I was awake. & maybe I’m being a baby about all of this, but it’s really effing annoying. It’s the ONE time that is supposed to be all mine & we all know how much our lives change when we have a baby, so that time is important!
When I got up he gave me a hug & said he was sorry for waking me up, which was nice, but I was already in a pissy mood. Then he went outside & I was left with Monkey…. So I didn’t even get to eat slowly & quietly. Instead I had to keep Monkey entertained & keep cleaning his runny nose.
I don’t know… Being a mom is awesome, but lately it’s been trying. Monkey isn’t sleeping & it’s rough. He’s really cranky & just not the happy baby that he usually is. Of course I can handle it, but when I can’t look forward to bedtime anymore (bc he isn’t sleeping through the night right now), it seems like the end is not in sight. There is no time when I can just do what I want to do.
The other day, in fact, I was thisclose to wishing I had a job. The day was that rough.
I can’t remember the last time I took a bath & relaxed. Or the last time that I pampered myself. Or the last time that I worked out by myself (Yesterday I was doing p90x & Monkey wanted to be picked up instead.) Or the last time I even put lotion on. I’m constantly chasing around a little guy, whom I’m completely in love with, but everyone needs a little break to recharge once & a while. It’s just normal.
So that’s why Sunday mornings are so important to me. It’s such little things, but sleeping in & taking my time eating breakfast are things that I don’t get to do anymore & I look forward to them.
Oh well, there’s always next Sunday.
(My husband just felt so bad, so he took Monkey out & said they’d be back in an hour, which is nice of him to do.)
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Wow, some of the comments on this post are completely off-base to me. If Jane can't vent about wanting some "me-time" on her own blog, then I don't know what the point of blogging is. Do you seek out a blog about parenting just to see someone say how easy it is all the time? That doesn't seem very reasonable--or honest.
And I applaud Maey's comment about handing the baby to the father and locking the door. I'm pregnant and plan to work full-time after the baby is born. Her father and I plan to equally share parenting responsibilities. I realize that there are other ways of splitting up childcare, and those are equally valid as long as they work. If someone doesn't feel like they can have five minutes to themselves one day a week, it's not working. (Though it sounds like, in this case, Jane has a good balance planned out, it just doesn't always work because life gets messy, and when it does, she should be able to vent about it!)
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