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Hello mothers! I've been looking forward to this post all day. There was a situation that occurred two nights ago that got me thinking about how much time and energy we as mothers put out for our families. Let me explain (bear with me please. I have a hard time getting to the point).
I had to get gas two nights ago. Desi came along with me because my husband was visiting one of his friends. Anyway, I was thirsty, so I brought a cup of juice with me. I did not realize that I had my headset in the cup holder. Well, the plug poked a hole through my cup and, long story short, I ended up with a cup holder full of juice. I wanted to scream, but I held my composure. I was pretty upset though because the juice was REALLY good. I got my gas and everything and once I got back home, I put Desi to sleep and proceeded to gear up for this mess I made in my car. I did not feel like doing it, but who wants to ride around with juice in their cup holder? I turned on my music and started cleaning. I stopped in mid-cleaning because I realized that I was enjoying myself. I felt very relaxed and it felt good to have a moment to myself. You would have thought that I was at the spa or something! It was so peaceful. I did not really know that I actually needed that moment to myself. I've been going and going and going so much lately. It's a rarity that I'll have a moment to myself. I can't even go to the bathroom without Desi saying, "M-O-M-M-Y! Pee Pee?" So I didn't rush my night time cleaning. I took my time and soaked in my alone time. Is that crazy? I know I am not the only one in the motherhood who has had a "spa moment". What was your spa moment? How often would you have these moments?
I am thinking I need some "me" time in the very near future. Until then, I will appreciate the little moments that pop up throughout the day.

Night Night




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