When I became a mom almost nine years ago, I rarely left my daughter with anyone other than my husband. And when I would, I would feel this nagging inside of me that I was doing something wrong for wanting a break from her.
Caring for a new baby (or any child regardless of age) is an absolutely amazing yet completely draining responsibility. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, my children manage to take every last drop of energy I can muster. And while I wouldn’t want any other life than the one I’ve been given, I refuse to let myself feel guilty because sometimes I just want (er, need) a break from my children.
To be the best mother and wife I can be, I’ve learned (oftentimes the hard way) that I can’t ignore my own need to find time to myself.
So every Sunday afternoon for the past 4 years, I’ve been taking care of myself by getting in the car and leaving the house ALL ALONE.
The routine is simple. After we’ve gone to church, eaten lunch, and started nap time, I sneak out of the house. The kids typically don’t even know I left, and the hours between 2pm-5pm has become “my time” to do whatever I want. More times than not, I make a solo trip to the grocery store and run all those tiny little errands that are such a pain to complete if you try to get them done during the week with kids in tow.
But sometime, I indulge. Yesterday, was one of those times.
Instead of running a weeks worth of errands in a two hour time frame, I went to the mall (didn’t buy a thing, but now know printed jeans do not look good on me), and then got a pedicure.
A pedicure in February, a time of the year where my toes never see the light of day. In my book, it doesn’t get much more indulgent than that!
It felt almost criminal to spontaneously treat myself to such extravagance, but I threw caution to the wind and went ahead with the splurge. You guys, it was so worth it. Even if not a single person ever sees the amazing shade of deep red my toes are now happily painted.
I get about three pedicures a year, and every time I walk away from the salon happy and refreshed, thinking to myself that I really need to treat myself more often. That quick little foot soak and pedicure? It did so much more for my esteem and mental heath than just pretty up my toes.
Do you ever go out and treat yourself to something special? What’s your splurge?