Is this what my life has come to?
I went to the dentist this week. And ENJOYED it.
Think about it: guilt-free time off of my feet. Somebody asking me how I am doing. Am I okay? What flavor of polish would I like. I can even catch up on my celebrity gossip with the latest People magazine.
As a working MoM, I always feel like I am not spending enough time with my kids. I am constantly
making myself sick about worried about whether or not they are getting enough individual attention and whether or not I am there enough for them. So, taking any time for myself – when the children are still awake – usually comes at a high price: guilt. I have come to think of my time in the office as my “time off”.
I am blessed with a husband who knows that I consider going to work to be time off and he tries to force me to take “me” time and relax now and then. But unless I leave the house (which I usually feel too guilty to do), I can’t stop myself from responding to crying or “helping” him when he is tending to a child.
But, send me some place like the dentist and there is NO CHANCE of hearing crying. No chance of that nagging feeling to correct something that is happening. And best of all: I have to be there. This is not playtime. So I don’t feel guilty for being so relaxed reclining in that chair, feet up, music playing.
I can’t believe I am at the point where going to the dentist is something I look forward to and enjoy. But I will take it! Other things that can make me blissfully happy at this point include: finishing an entire meal (with utensils) while sitting down at a table, drinking a cup of HOT coffee, and getting through the day without having to change my clothes more than once. Ah…the little things!