Today is Alex Day.
What does that mean? Well, it’s not as meaningful as Martin Luther King, Jr Day. Or as they call it in the South Lee-Jackson Day (Friday) AND Martin Luther King, Jr Day (Monday). We seriously just separated those holidays back in 2000. Before they were Lee-Jackson-King Day. Wow. But back to WONDERFUL Alex Day (Sunday)!
Today I woke up to breast feed N then went BACK TO SLEEP. Ahhh….. Let’s review: I WENT BACK TO SLEEP. I can’t remember the last time that I did that without being sick. And even then.
My husband brought me breakfast in bed (we lost electricity so it was cold cereal but STILL) and coffee. I have only left the bed to get a cup of tea and it’s 12:30 p.m.. I hugged my children but do not have to mak e breakfast or lunch or bath them. (I’m like a GRANDPARENT!) I may go out to lunch! Or get a pedicure! Or STAY IN BED.
An aside: When E and N visited me in the bedroom around 10 a.m., I felt guilt. Ugh. What is up with inherit mommy-guilt? Is that some chemical that the brain releases to make all non-children activities just a little less enjoyable? Is our biology afraid that we may never return to the nest?
Well I say: BE GONE! And the good people in my life say: GET A LIFE! If I want to be a good mom, I have to have time away. That’s just how I’m built. Now deal with it.
And let’s face it, Alex Day isn’t everyday. Or every week. Or every month. My husband is a wonderful man but co-parenting is essential to our sanity. As the hubby put it one day last week: After being smacked around individually, Alex and I will come together like Voltron to rally and fight on until the kids bedtime.
So Voltron is missing an arm right now, but I think that my husband will manage. At least until four. Then I may have to transform into Mama-tron, defender of all people related to me.
So if you, too, want to celebrate Alex Day, jump back in bed. Don’t brush your teeth. Grab a book (see “i read” for a suggestion or two) or your computer and STAY. Oh and make plans tonight with a friend for tapas after the kids are asleep. (But brush your teeth for that one. Please.)
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I agree about the mommy guilt! Why is it I pop my head up like I’m doing something naughty whenever they are on the stairs to say, “Everyone ok? Do you need me?” and silently pray, don’t answer that honestly. Hooray for ME DAYS! And hooray for the people that make them possible. And double hooray for TAPAS! ;-)
good post! Lazy days rule!