I think I would be happier if I had 30 minutes alone a day. 30 minutes that I didn’t feel the need to close my eyes. 30 minutes to sit. To be still. 30 minutes to be me. Not mom, not wife, not teacher, not caregiver, daughter, sister, friend…just me.
Me?
Me? Who am I? Where am I? I am lost. I used to have such passion. Activities I enjoyed. I wasn’t constantly an exhausted zombie chicken who was missing her head.
Some day …
Maybe some day … my children will sleep through the night. My “me” will come back. Until then, I’m going to sit and sip my tea for 30 minutes and enjoy the quiet of the outdoors.
Distracted Mama 