Once a week I have a day to myself. I drop the kids off at their places, and try my best to do nothing I have to do. I love time with my children, and I love days without them. A lot! I could use more than one most weeks, but one is good.
This day I spoiled myself in a way I rarely do.
I ate for a really long time (like more than 10 minutes) while reading a book and sipping coffee slowly. Oh there is something about being able to eat slowly. Years ago I would have had an anxiety attack just thinking about eating alone in a restaurant. Now I know how truly peaceful and lovely it can be.
Once I was done, I spent the next two hours wandering around a town filled with artists and pottery, Life is Good shops, and tiny alleyways. I filled more than one bag, tasted wine, walked as slowly or fast as I wanted, and never had to go into a bathroom even once.
I did in fact, hours later, pick up the kids, who- again- I do adore, but there was just something about my new incense burning, my new purse :) sitting on the counter, and my new coffee mug warming my hand that made me want to fancy it up one more time.
While the kids ate veggie burgers, I steamed asparagus and made cream of asparagus soup. I ate two huge bowls, drank two large glasses from my new fancy vino, and ate garlic toast smothered in this.
A day to myself is rather blissful, but I think I'm looking forward to next Tuesday even more. Someone else will be here and we'll get a day all to ourselves. Six weeks...Tuesday just can't get here fast enough.