Mother's Day came early for me
On Saturday, we usually go out all together. We have lunch and run errands. Being on chickenpox-watch, that's not an option right now, so Werner stayed home with Jakob while I went out. (The up-side of Jakob's quarantine?) I hardly knew where to start. It was such a foreign opportunity, going out without the baby. An unhurried lunch? But where!
As I got into the car, I remembered a French bistro I walked by not long before Jakob was born, and decided this was my chance to give it a try. I brought a novel and ordered a 3-course prix fixe lunch. I lingered over each course, smelling the food and savouring the taste and texture, and devoured a chunk of my book on the side. I realised it was the first meal I've had since Jakob was born that I was completely relaxed. I wasn't gulping down icky fast food, needing to get home as quickly as possible, nor did I need to keep him occupied while waiting for the food to be served. (Or, as too often happens, need to nurse him just as my food appears.) I wasn't jumping up every couple of bites to retrieve a toy or soother.1 The last time I felt this relaxed (and self-indugent) during a meal, it was the lunch I ate the day I went into labour.
Satieted, I went shopping. Time for clothes for me. Again, I didn't know where to start. It was half fun and have depressing, trying on clothes and figuring out what fits now, and how. At times, it was overwhelming. But, I did come home laden with bags, and with only a few exceptions Werner liked my choices. (Of course, I'm still dealing with my own guilt about the splurge, so no tags have been removed. To be honest, all the clothes are back in the bag, awaiting permanent acceptance.)
I even took an escalator! And used the washroom without a baby watching me!
I stopped for groceries on the way home. Jakob was already in his crib by the time I got home, but he woke up and nursed while we watched a movie, so I still had my Bärchen snuggles.
1 Of course, Werner entertains Jakob/retrieves fallen objects as often as I do, when we're together.
As I got into the car, I remembered a French bistro I walked by not long before Jakob was born, and decided this was my chance to give it a try. I brought a novel and ordered a 3-course prix fixe lunch. I lingered over each course, smelling the food and savouring the taste and texture, and devoured a chunk of my book on the side. I realised it was the first meal I've had since Jakob was born that I was completely relaxed. I wasn't gulping down icky fast food, needing to get home as quickly as possible, nor did I need to keep him occupied while waiting for the food to be served. (Or, as too often happens, need to nurse him just as my food appears.) I wasn't jumping up every couple of bites to retrieve a toy or soother.1 The last time I felt this relaxed (and self-indugent) during a meal, it was the lunch I ate the day I went into labour.
Satieted, I went shopping. Time for clothes for me. Again, I didn't know where to start. It was half fun and have depressing, trying on clothes and figuring out what fits now, and how. At times, it was overwhelming. But, I did come home laden with bags, and with only a few exceptions Werner liked my choices. (Of course, I'm still dealing with my own guilt about the splurge, so no tags have been removed. To be honest, all the clothes are back in the bag, awaiting permanent acceptance.)
I even took an escalator! And used the washroom without a baby watching me!
I stopped for groceries on the way home. Jakob was already in his crib by the time I got home, but he woke up and nursed while we watched a movie, so I still had my Bärchen snuggles.
1 Of course, Werner entertains Jakob/retrieves fallen objects as often as I do, when we're together.
posted by Melanie A at 11:20 a.m.
1 Comments:
All right...real Mommy time! So happy that you had the day to yourself and you used it wisely...pampering yourself! Now, do one favour for your Mom and that is to cut those tags off your new purchases immediately and enjoy your new clothes with no feelings of guilt. Don't be indecisive like me!!!
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