I really don't know what to do with all my free time now that they are gone for two glorious days .. ohh .. what to do with all the precious free time!! All I know is I can't get the song Dancin' On The Ceiling out of my head. I don't know how the heck I got this in my head but it seriously just makes me want to dance. Oh yeah .. let's take a trip to the eighties ..
You know .. I get all excited about the idea of having time to myself .. and then comes the guilt. Stupid guilt. Little voices telling me I should have gone with them and that I'm a bad bad bad mom. I hate the guilt.
Dear Guilt Trip:
Go away guilt .. all I want is a little time to myself. I just want to paint the kitchen this weekend. I'm not going to the bar or hanging around with wild and crazy people. I just want to get up tommorow and do a workout tape and be as loud as I want without fear I'll wake somebody up. Heck maybe I'll even clap along when they do on the dvd.
Guilt .. you know I love my kids more than anything in the world. But sometimes I just need a break. Guilt, I am a mom but not a perfect one and sometimes it's just nice to be alone. Alone to read, paint my toenails, watch a movie or two and not have to worry about making dinner for my family.
Guilt, please go and bother somebody else this weekend that is truly deserving of your attention. I really don't need you this weekend!