Today is my birthday. Last weekend was Mother's Day. For the past 10 days, I have been spoiled with lots of attention, gifts and love. My God, I love May. As I walked out the door this morning with my son crying in the arms of the babysitter, I was shocked to realize that I did not feel guilty for taking five hours today to be with my girlfriends without my son hanging around my legs for attention. I knew that he did not understand and that before I could sit in the car to leave, he would stop crying.
As a single parent, I rarely have time to myself outside of work. I love my son, but my lack of alone time or simply being with my friends wears me down at times. It's necessary and it makes me a better mother, I believe. It gives me a chance to hit the emotional reset button, laugh, move freely and think thoughts that don't center around drool or snot.
Today, four close girlfriends and I went clothesshopping. My son is 16 months old and I haven't bought one new piece of clothing for myself since he was born (minus one dress for a wedding). I craved fun, comfortable clothes that didn't scream spit stains or little hands pulling them past their seams. My friends picked out clothes that they wanted me to try on and I ventured into new clothes avenues. We laughed. We cheered on good purchases. We told the truth when something we thought fit did nothing for us. No meltdowns. No diapers to change in public. It was just five gals laughing and enjoying fashion.
Upon arriving home, I felt rejuvenated.....and tired (always tired), but I still cannot wipe the smile from my face. I have new clothes for my closet and plenty of girl time under my belt to last me for a while. Mommy time is important time.