It’s day 24 and it’s the first day I’ve REALLY been tempted to cheat.
My kids are on “Fall Break,” which means no reprieve from parenting this week. No couple hours to myself. My daughter (we should just call her mini-me) has had 53 meltdowns this morning. I know she’s exhausted but she’s been fighting a nap for two hours, so somehow I don’t think she’s going to give in now. The rest of the afternoon should be SUPER with her not napping and in what we like to call her “Attitudey Judy” mood.
I’m pregnant, tired, have piles of work not to mention housework, and yet all I really want to do is lay on the couch with a heating pad on my knotted-up shoulder and read a magazine or a fluffy novel. Not think.
That’s been the hardest part of this, I think – no escape. Reading some light is my happy place, my escape pod from parenting two tiny ones and being pregnant with a third. Introvert Mama just needs her half an hour to pretend she’s anywhere but here.
Reading the Bible just doesn’t do that. It makes me reflect and think. It makes me consider what I could do better, what’s wrong in how I view Jesus, and oh for the love of everything how awful I am at parenting compared to our Heavenly Father.
Is it OK to want to escape? I really don’t know.