…is over!

My kids will be home tonight. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, I miss them, and I can’t wait to see them. I’m anticipating the “mommy, mommy, mommy” moment when we first see each other, and they run up to me for hugs and kisses. I’m going to LOVE that moment. But, after about 15 minutes, I’m going to be over it.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids. And, I would definitely go to jail about them. But, sometimes, I don’t want to be a mother. Sometimes, I want to just be Scarlet. And, carefree. And, childless.

Like, I’m okay with being a mother, but can someone else raise them for me? Please? Pretty please? I’d pay you. I just want liberal visitation rights, so that when I miss them, I can see them and get my hugs and kisses in. I’ll even Facetime them every day, if you want. Just give me free!

There aren’t any takers, so I guess I’ve got to wait another 10-15 years before I’ll be free to roam about the country, and surrounding countries, as I please. Man, that’s like a prison bid! By then, I’ll have spent majority of my life taking care of someone else’s needs–before my own. Wowwwww!

Have kids they said. They are such joys they said. TUH!

Nothing beats being pregnant and feeling your baby move and seeing him/her on the ultrasound. Nothing beats that first moment when you see him/her and they place him/her in your arms. Nothing beats that newborn smell, that first smile, that first laugh, and all the other first milestones.

Andddddddd, that’s how they get you. Those are the joys that they talk about. And, those are the joys you have to reference back to when they are being anything but.

Sigh…I’m lucky to have even had this break. And, I know this. Some moms don’t even get 1 day away from their kids. I’m appreciative. I really am. I just want more.

More me time. Is that too much to ask for? Just some time to take care of me, so I can better take care of them. I don’t think that’s being selfish. I think that’s fair. Don’t you?