Mama? Yes? Mama? Yes? Mama? Yes? crash, spill… sigh. repeat.
Meredith? Yes? Meredith? Yes? Meredith? What is it, Tim? crash, spill… sigh. repeat.
Meow? Yes? Meow? Yes? Meow? Grrrrr….crash, spill…sigh, repeat.
Hola? Yes? Hola? Yes? Hola? What is it Jose? I ran out of nails and…crash, spill…sigh. repeat (see tejano love songs and particle board)
Deep breaths, counting to ten, and downward facing dog is just not cutting it anymore. It’s been three months since I’ve cut my hair or dyed the gray, three months since I have been alone without child or husband for more than 2 hours (note the correlation), two months since I’ve plucked my eyebrows, two weeks since I’ve shaved my legs and I really don’t remember the last time I had a pedicure. Every shirt I own is now stained and the bags under my eyes are bigger than the many I tote on my shoulder. I feel like I closely resemble a crazy bag lady roaming the streets mumbling about kittens and whisky.
Unfortunately, with marathon season approaching this will only get worse as the husband’s only free time is now spent with his running shoes. On the brink of insanity and a 4am wake up call from the husband bumping into everything he can as he jumps into the dawn to run a 26 miler this morning, I found myself boldly planning my escape. Not a permanent one mind you, but a quick getaway to reclaim the small droplet of me that has to be left somewhere inside. There has to be some left, right? I dreamed of dropping Mia off in Dallas with my mother or just leaving her to fend for herself with her daddy and driving to a spa on lake Travis in Austin. Oh the bounty of room service, fluffy white towels, long walks by the lake, and the total and utter strip down of housewifedom as I soak with shaved legs in a hot tub with cucumbers on my eyes and a glass of wine in my hand. I was so enthusiastic I could taste the relaxation that would come. Of course this dream was short lived as a little girl was waking up and calling for Elmo. It should be mama, right? Oh well.
When the husband finally came through the door five and a half hours later I saw my opportunity for escape. Yes there it was. All I needed was a credit card and a car. Austin is two hours away. With keys in hand I ran out the door with the husband asking where are you going? “Out!,” I yelled. (Out for freedom, out to find that girl. You know the one that used to paint, jump in the car for a sopontanous road trip, yell her heart out at whatever concert she found herself at, and drink grown men under the table mom ignore that last one). It was then that all hope of just a tiny get-a-way for myself was crushed when I heard, “well… be back at two, I have to go to work today.” Crash. Spill. Sigh… “Ok,” I said defeated.
So I have three hours. That’s the most I’ve had in three months! I’ll take it. So instead of running to a spa to make me look and feel human again, I hit the line at Starbucks to suck down all of the caffeine I could possibly take to erase any feelings of entrapment I may have and called my salon. Unfortunately, all appointments were booked. Of course. But the next best thing to a new haircut to feel like yourself is some time spent with friends spilling your guts and listening to their problems. So, I headed to BabyWait to annoy the Ashleys and reclaim my sanity coffee in hand. Thanks Ash and Ashleigh for a little coffee talk.
Not a 100% but better. I am now at home with a sleeping child to start the whole cycle over again. At least I have a coffee buzz and a clean shirt….for now.