The wonderful hubby says "why don't you take off for a few hours and do something alone." Then I start to find reasons that it won't work, including, but not limited to--
-I'd rather that we all do something as a family
-I don't know where to go/what to do
-What I'd really want to do would take more than a couple of hours (little day trip/ little weekend trip)
-I can't make plans with people on short notice
Most of these things are sort of true. For example, when this happened recently I thought it would be nice to go to a nearby state park and hike a little with the binoculars, see what spring migration looks like down here, maybe just sit and look at a stream and relax. When I pulled into the parking lot it was SWARMED with lots of people-- mostly bands of teenagers having a REALLY good time. Not too relaxing for me.
Sewing projects that I'd like to dive into just seem unattainable since I never have the right stuff on hand-- by the time I gathered it all up my couple of hours would be over (not to mention that the big box fabric store near us irrationally depresses me).
Last night I got together with some other moms for a knitting-night-out, which was the first time I've done anything of the sort. So nice, especially these days when a prenatal appointment with a midwife has started to be my only "mama time." No matter how much I love hearing that little fetal heartbeat and finding out that things look normal, it's really not much of a mama-time, you know?
Some of my friends have somewhat "scheduled" mama-time. Say every Saturday afternoon they plan to spend some sans-kiddos time. I know K. would be amenable to this situation, but for some reason I hesitate to do anything like that. I love our family day-trips on days off. I'm lucky to really love spending time with my dude, and taking our little guy to see something new. We really have a great time at museums, parks, or just visiting friends in our old town (Friday's photo was a nice visit we got to have with our friends at Shundahai Farm in Storrs). I wouldn't really want to trade these time for anything.
Or would I? Sometimes I think I undervalue the restorative power of having some quiet me-time, and by the time I feel like I'm cooped up and going crazy, it's a little too late to "get out and enjoy myself" because I'm so darn cranky that I just can't believe that I'll find anything good to do (n.b.: this is one of those things about this area that I haven't gotten used to--the seeming impossibility of finding a local AND quiet nature preserve where I can just roam and be). It's just that I seem to have a bit of a mental-block against it. It's a hurdle I'm struggling with. I also wonder if it's just that I feel like I am supposed to have "alone time" because people always say that it's important-- not because it's fulfilling any deep personal longing that I have.
What do you do for your solitary time? Is it important to you, or not so much?