Time for myself
Taking time for myself is hard. In addition to the classic mother-guilt at leaving my son in the care of others, I have a tough time slowing down, focusing on me—and putting those things on my schedule. Though I do take some time to do the things I want to (especially blog, write and read), it’s usually while I’m trying to do several other things—entertain Hayden, clean the house, do some laundry, etc.
I do have one escape which I take inconsistently (unfortunately). The gym has affordable day care, so when I go (which hasn’t been very often lately), I have somewhere to put Hayden for 30 to 45 minutes (as long as I feel okay leaving him).
During those 30 to 45 minutes, I get to take a little break. Yes, it’s often the most physically strenuous break of my day (unless Hayden requires dancing later!)—but then I get to think or read without being interrupted. So while it’s not very “productive,” it’s great to take those few minutes and only focus on what I want to think about.
I feel like taking that time for myself makes me less likely to be distracted by those things later—and more able to focus on my son. And that is what it’s all about, right?
