My Birthday WishMarch 7, 2011 at 12:01 am | Posted in Family, Me | 23 Comments
Tags: Babies, Balance, Birthday, Challenges, Children, Life, Motherhood, Multitasking, Siblings, Sleep
It’s almost my birthday. My real one, that is.
My husband and my mom Lots of people have been asking me what I would like. And I can’t think of a single thing. (Besides the buttercream frosting on my cake.)
Well, that’s not exactly true.
Buttercream frosting and one other thing. One tiny thing I’ve been dreaming of. But I can’t even think about it without the guilt pin-balling around in my brain.
I want one night. By myself. In a hotel.
There, I said it.
I want a night to sit. In silence.
I want someone to make me dinner, bring it to me, and clean it up.
I want a meal without ketchup.
I want the only pair of shoes I’m in charge of finding to be mine.
I want to liiiiiiiiinger in the shower.
I want to watch E!
I want to get a drink of water at 3 a.m. For myself.
I want to savor M&Ms instead of sneak them.
I want to use towels and sheets I don’t have to wash, dry, fluff, fluff again, fold, and put away.
I want to sleep all night long.
I want to wake up when I feel like it. (And I might not feel like it until wellllllllll after the sun comes up.)
Most of all, I want to leave that hotel room feeling refreshed. And ready.
Ready to pee at lightning speed in front of three tiny people. Ready to fill breakfast orders and bus tables. Ready to arbitrate disputes over glitter stickers and who gets to close the garage door. Ready to search for misplaced marker lids. Ready to check the sandbox for cat poop, the kids’ shoes for dog poop, and the toilets for I-forgot-to-flush poop. Ready to ignore the piles of Cheerios and acorns in the backseat of my car. Ready to cook, pour, feed, fold, type, and hug. One-handed.
I want to leave that hotel room ready to rush right back into the chaos of my life, the chaos that I love. Where every day feels like my birthday. And every wish has already come true.
What’s the strangest thing you ever wanted for your birthday? What would you do with a night all to yourself? And what’s your best one-handed mothering skill?