When I first signed the boys up for Mothers Day Out and realized I would have 5 hours to myself, to do with what I pleased, I was nervous, guilty, and excited. I had grand plans. Plans of no more grocery trips with two boys, no more Target trips with two boys, the gym, taking time to look at decorating stores, and maybe a pedicure or two, you know before the baby comes, after it is hard to reach my feet.
And then yesterday happened. And I realized how quickly 5 hours can pass.
Drop off boys.
Chat with another mom, leave at 9:20.
Drive to Target.
Get what is on my list plus some Little Debbie's. Browse in shoes and maternity.
Check email, read a few blogs.
Write a post.
Make dinner menu.
Write grocery list.
Drive to grocery store.
While driving, make a few phone calls.
Drive through Chick fil A. (I was starving, it was 12:30!)
Carry in groceries.
Unpack freezer and fridge stuff.
Leave rest for later.
Shovel in fries with ketchup.
Drive to Hobby Lobby.
Return something at Hobby Lobby.
Go to pick up boys.
5 hours. Gone, just like that. The necessary stuff got done and nothing more.
I am going to admit that I judged the mothers who put their kids in MDO, two days a week. What do they do with all that time? I wondered. Now I know. Just enough to make it feel worthwhile.
And I didn't finish unpacking the groceries or folding laundry until later that evening, I was exhausted.