One constant reminder that they all seem to recommend moms do is take time for ourselves. Time for myself? What is that?! I'm kidding. Sort of.
With M working 90-100 hours a week normally, I don't get a moment of peace until all my 3 little bugs are in bed at night. No quiet in the bathroom, either! However, when M is home, he is really supportive of giving me some alone time. And I so appreciate it!
The day after we got home from vacation I headed up to the outlets. I needed to pick up something for Kate so figured I might do some looking for myself. After all, I was alone.
My favorite store is Ann Taylor and when I walked in I was quite nostalgic. I used to buy all my suits there when I was in the professional world. Then I bought all my clothes there when I was teaching. Now that I wear t-shirts appliqued with spit up and jeans every day, I don't buy so much there. Maybe 1 or 2 shirts a year. So sad.
Walking in I admired all the suits and dresses that I have no reason to wear. The gorgeous materials and styles were calling my name. I couldn't even pretend I would have somewhere to wear them to. But as I worked my way through the store I started to find lots of things that I could wear throughout the day. Lots of it! Before I knew it, my arms were completely full and someone was offering to take the clothes and put them in a fitting room for me. It was a good thing she did. In 5 more minutes, my arms were full again! Wow, I never feel like I can find anything when all the kids are with me. This was like shopping used to be before I had kids!
This is what the dressing room looked like when I walked in:
I should mention that I took these pics with my phone and they weren't the greatest. However, there were piles and piles of clothes in that room! And the fact that I was able to try them all on, while taking my time was... priceless!
I ended up spending almost $300 and didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it.
Here's the weird part. The entire 45 minute drive there, I was feeling guilty for leaving the girls. I am literally with them all day every day so I couldn't understand why I felt guilty. But I did. A lot. Mommy guilt is a fierce thing. Once I stood in the dressing room with new clothes on, the guilt dissipated. I was finally feeling a bit like my old self. Happy, free, and shopping!
Seriously, a little alone time really can make you feel so much better! I went back home on a shopping high and refreshed. I was ready to handle whatever flung itself on me when I walked through the door. And that just happened to be 2 cute toddlers and a baby!