My son went on a sleepover last night at his grandmas. I was personally glad for the break and looked forward to having the night to myself since my husband works nights. I was going to catch up on TV and go to bed early (yes, I realize how lame that sounds but I have a kid that gets up before the sun and in the summertime that is just too damn early!)
I got home from work, ran some errands and around 8 pm I got on the computer to putz around for a bit and it was half way through watching a video on Hulu that I realized that I was barely able to hear the thing because the sound was on low.
I had just spent the last hour like my son was home and asleep in the other room.
The TV was off, I was walking softly around trying not to be loud. What the hell was wrong with me? I was so ingrained into my nighttime routine that I didn’t even break it when I could finally be LOUD in my house after 8 pm. I found myself rather embarrassed for a second until I realized that I was just being who I am now, a mother. My days and nights are routined and scheduled around my child to make sure his needs are met. You naturally have to adapt to the routine over time. Maybe I’m getting old but the idea of going out to the bar pales in comparison to being able to get a full night of uninterrupted sleep! Then getting to have a lazy morning where you can go to the bathroom without a toddler banging on the door or, even better, walking right in if you didn’t close the door all the way. I felt more connected to him when I went to pick him up because I got a time out and now I was ready to go back in for more.
Some mothers aren’t ready to be away from their children for a night yet. That’s fine, I can sympathize with that feeling. It’s hard to be away from your child no matter how much they drive you crazy.
Maybe next sleepover I’ll actually leave my house but who knows. Sleep to a parent is like gold and the opportunity to cash in only comes around so often.