Monday, October 04, 2010

Me Time

Ok, so I don't go out quite THAT much...
You'd think after last week -- with my THREE (read it again), I said, THREE -- nights off, by myself sans kids or husband, that I'd be more relaxed this week. But you'd be wrong. Of course, it wasn't a typical week. I don't usually have that much "me time." But the cards just fell that way, and I played them, folks. Tues night = yoga class gets cancelled cause we're locked out of the studio. I dutifully show up, wait intently to see whether we can break in, then head to the Rongo for a few beers with a class mate after all hope is gone. Mind you, I was back home at the normal time -- but still. There goes Night #1.

Thurs night = head to my make-up yoga class, because I won't be in town for my next regular Saturday class. Spend longer out than normal, cause class is yoga for meditation. I stretch, I meditate. I get home after one child is already in bed (Ba-da-bing!). Night #2 done.

Fri night = Drag the husband and kids to our in-laws house about an hour away so I can make a womens' wine tasting night in their town. In-laws are NOT actually in town that night, so DH once again does the whole nighttime thing.

Lest you think I live in a fantasy world, karma came calling Friday night as I arrive home from Night Out #3. Ian had woken up from bed (after crying for a half hour to go down for the night -- not normal), in a fit, and it was now my job to take over and get him back to bed. About an hour later, he was down. Then up again around 2 AM. Then, up again an hour and a half later. Then, awake at 6 AM for good. Ugh.

By Friday, I really didn't feel much like getting out again. I think I'd had enough "me time." The reason is that none of those nights out were really "me times." There was a lot of hanging with friends and socializing. Which is fun, and necessary. Don't get me wrong. But did I spend any time on myself? Not really. I didn't get more into reading my latest book (The Ask), I didn't spend any time updating pictures, or this blog, or trying to finish a guest post for a friend. I didn't even go for a walk alone. And I could tell by the end of the week. I was depleted. But maybe that's the introvert in me talking. The one who prefers curling up with a book to party hopping. Who knows.

All I know is that I'm willing to give up nights out for nights in -- as long as I get some time alone to do whatever floats my boat.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous5:08 PM

    Sarah - I totally get what you're describing. I often feel that attending a "sell goods at home party" like Thirty-One or Silpada is a waste of "me time". I'm not doing what I *want* to do. Husband will pitch in with the kids and will assume that I've "recharged with a night out with the girls" but I will likely come home "empty". Sometimes the events I attend (get together with moms I don't really know from school, work outing or client dinner, etc.) are more trouble than they're worth. :-/

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