It’s that time again…that magical hour I seem to get once or twice a week of complete solitude. When no one is left in the house but me and the dogs.
And, oh, is that so very much my favorite hour.
No one needs me, no one is talking or making noise or crying or wants a snack, well, except for me…and it’s just so, so needed.
It’s in those first moments. When the last person leaves. It’s like the weight physically removes itself from my chest, and it’s the first time I can breathe in a week.
Lately, these periods of time where no one is home are few and far between. And I honestly think this is the first time since before Christmas.
So I’m going to sit here. And eat my power bowl that I found in the freezer (yay!), watch some YouTube, and then crochet a fox.
I think I have an hour and a half.
These are the moments that heal me. Where I can TRULY relax. If there’s anyone home, I can guarantee I’ll have about 5 minutes before someone is asking me for something.
Self care is weird. It’s…being able to take a shower. ALONE. And eating hot food. At least, for me it is.
As a mom of 3 boys, with a genetic disorder at that….peace and quiet are just not words in my vocabulary.
Lately, my pain has been bad, bad, bad. And I need this hour to physically rest my body and my mind.
I think people don’t understand how truly needed and necessary these moments of quiet and stillness are.
But for me? They’re the only thing that counts, and that actually allows me to rest. Physically and mentally.
I wish I had more of these opportunities….but I know not to waste them when they come.
Enjoy 🥰
Why do the little things just feel so right 🙌🙌
Hope the break refreshed you and you’re feeling better now.
It was like…30 minutes before people came home 🙄🙄🙄😣
But I texted them and pleaded that they leave me alone, and for once, they did…and I ended was actually able to sleep for a few minutes. So it for sure wasn’t all bad. Even if it was short.