We Canadians just celebrated our May long weekend, or the 2-4 as it's affectionately known. This is traditionally the first weekend Canadians head out to the cottage, break out the fishing gear, do the heavy duty gardening, etc. The REAL start of summer, as it were.
I celebrated by spending the weekend in bed.
The cold finally caught up with me and left me feeling quite dreadful. All I wanted to do was sleep, but lying down for any length of time caused my chest to fill up and I'd wake myself coughing. Not fun at all.
So, despite my dh not being entirely convinced I wasn't faking it (we both grew up in homes where the criteria for a sick day were fever or vomiting), I took a lazy weekend. He fed the kids, I wandered the house like a ghost. He sent them out to play, I took a nap. He let them play board games, I read a book. He took the girls to church, I stayed home.
You heard me internets: I. STAYED. HOME.
Being a SAHM, many people assume your life is a permanent vacation. After all, you don't have to get up and make yourself presentable for work, you have few appointments, you structure your days as you will. What those who've never been SAHM's don't seem to get is the pressure. I may choose the structure of my days, but I have a constantly running to do list in my head. I feel more responsible to have a clean home and well-rounded children to justify the joy of staying at home with them. Even on the days I decide to be less than productive, there is still the very hefty weight of what I SHOULD be doing pushing at me. Even when I go on vacation it seems there's always something to do and I rarely get to relax and let it all go from my mind. A woman's work really is never done.
But this weekend (ok, mostly just Sunday) I had a mom-cation, a complete release from responsibility. All those things that SHOULD be done? CAN'T do them without getting sicker, so just let them go. That Honey do list? He needs to watch the kids. Let it go. Church responsibilities? Don't want to spread germs. LET. IT. GO.
I'll be honest: it was lovely. No guilt, no worries. And despite still feeling sick, I woke this morning with the DESIRE to get things done, which I've been lacking for a while.
If only I didn't have to feel so wretched to achieve nirvana. So internet: how do you get a proper mom-cation?