Alone time

This afternoon, Chris whisked the kids off for a few hours so that I could have some alone time.
And here I am.

The idea is so exciting I can hardly even imagine what to do. Try out a new bread recipe? Start a new knitting project? Go for a long run?! Take a HOT BATH? All by MYSELF?! Read a BOOK? Without any rhyming words? The choices are so numerous, and all so exciting, I am almost spastic.

No, I am spastic.

Sometimes I fantasize about time to myself. I’ll get a massage! Then I’ll have my hair done! A manicure! No, a pedicure! I’ll go to a spa and have one of those hot stone therapy treatment thingies and get wrapped up seaweed then I’ll sit in a sauna and be all “ohm” and “ahhhh”. I’ll have a sumptuous lunch, no a nice, healthy lunch, and a long stroll through the woods. Sometimes my fantasies take me to faraway places. I’ll stroll down the beach in Coast Rica as the sun is setting! I’ll get in a good, hard hike in the Rockies and relax by the fire of a rustic lodge with a cup of hot cocoa! Attend a lecture! Cook a finicky dish! Climb a tree! Knit a sweater! Run a marathon! Build a play house! Renovate the dining room! Order baby chicks and raise them in the kitchen!

It probably goes without saying that I love my kids. But just in case, I’ll say it. I love my kids. And in less than an hour, I will be edgy from being apart from them and will probably call Chris to see how everyone is doing. But right now…

I am going to finish my tailspin and then probably collapse from the excitement. Then I’ll take a nap, wipe the drool from my cheek and do a little yoga without anyone crawling on my Downward Dog.

And then I’ll sigh and wonder when everyone is coming home, because, dude… I’m bored.