Alone Time Finally



Finally. Alone time. It’s 11.10 in the evening as I type this and both my boys are asleep (by that I mean my husband and our 6-year-old.)

My body is tired from KM’ing the shiz out of my son’s play area. How many dinosaurs should a boy have anyway? Don’t even get me started on the robots! Oh wow. By the way, KM = Konmari Method… I’ll write about that another time but in the meantime you can read more about this magical way of decluttering here. Then there were his books. I’ve been holding on to a lot of his books from when he was still an infant. He’s six now so you can imagine the piles of books we’ve accumulated over the years. I went through each one with him, asking if he wanted to keep the book or share it with another child.

“Give or keep?,” I would ask, holding up a random book. He’d look up from his Play-doh session, look at the book a while and declare give or keep. There was a struggle for some books, particularly for those that I got him, but hey, he doesn’t need a whole bunch of ABC books now does he? He’s already reading and way past his alphabet!, I’d remind myself.

So yes, my body is tired from sorting through all his toys and books, but when I ended at 8 p.m. (I started at 11 a.m.), I was mighty pleased. Sure, there are two more boxes of toys that have yet to be sorted but overall, everything was in its place.

In between KMing, we baked Double Chocolate Chunk Cookies, played in the playground, watched part of the Presidential debates, ate lunch, snacks and dinner, saw an episode of We Bare Bears (that show is AWESOME) — all that not particularly in that order. Oh, I also completed his yearbook requirement and a bunch of other school-related stuff.

I felt like a WINNER.

That’s just part of what being a Mom is like, right? Juggling everything, dropping a few balls but realizing it’s okay, you can pick them up anyway and start juggling again. Then you get into the groove of it until finally you’re dancing to the rhythm of busy-ness and before you know it, you’ve decluttered the play area, fed your husband and son dinner, sang a lullaby to your son till he drifted off to dreamland AND got a long shower somewhere in there, which makes you feel a little more human but very much a winner. Oh yeah. I love days like this.

“Boys, I’m so tired! Later I will take two hours of just playing Sims, okay?!” I said that sometime today but here I am, finally getting my alone time but writing, writing, writing, not really wanting to play Sims (my stress reliever) but very much wanting to just enjoy the clickety clack of the keyboard and the quiet hum of the room’s airconditioning.

“Will we wake up together tomorrow?,” my son asked me before he went to bed. I sadly told him no, as tomorrow’s a workday for me. He looked disappointed, and I just hugged him. If only more days were like this… never mind the tired bones, the dirty fingers, the mess you have to start with. Because it all comes together in the end and you’re left wanting more of it, even if your back hurts, even if you want to enjoy (finally!) alone time so badly but just want to curl up beside your husband and your son in bed, pull up the covers and drift off to sleep as well.

25 Comments on Alone Time Finally

  1. ceemee
    March 1, 2016 at 6:17 pm (8 years ago)

    I would lie down with my kids after the TV’s off until they all fall asleep, with the intention of getting up from bed to have some alone time. When I awoke, it was already morning. *sigh*

  2. Marie
    March 8, 2016 at 8:26 pm (8 years ago)

    Ah, yes! Us midnight creatures (a.k.a. mummies)– that is if we still have the energy to stay up that late! My alone time nowadays are either very late at night or very early in the morning.

  3. Van
    May 20, 2016 at 9:28 am (8 years ago)

    Konmari-ing while juggling other mommy-things – yep, story of my life too :)


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