A Rare Moment to Myself

Saturday morning my husband said he was thinking of taking the boys out for hike in the woods. He wanted to go take his tree stand down. I immediately got giddy…a few moments to my self!! (aside from beast 1 and beast 2) I kept my cool for a while. I patiently waited for what seemed like forever. Finally, I packed the kids’ backpacks with water and a snack and then nearly shoved them all out the door.

Ahh. Happy dance! I was all excited about being alone I hadn’t even decided what I was going to do with the couple of hours of FREEDOM! No one running around chasing the man-boy with swords and screaming. No making forts and nests on the beds I just made. So what to do? My mother and friends would say go relax. Sit on the couch, watch TV, take a nap, go shopping! All are excellent ideas. Truly they are. However, for those of you that really know me, I had to take full advantage of this time and be productive. It’s just how I’m wired. I decided to start on the dreaded task that keeps getting put on the backburner…the BASEMENT. The basement is the catchall of crap. The hording grounds. I’m still waiting for my husband to get out the old water heater and two broken furnaces but that’s another post/rant. However, I did what I could manage to do by myself.

I gathered three contractor bags full of junk! Complete junk that I still don’t understand how it ever made it down there instead of straight to the trash. I then called it quits for the day. I grabbed a cold beer (it was after noon afterall) and sat down to do that thing you all call “relaxing.” No sooner did I kick off my shoes I heard it. The sound I had been dreading. The truck pulling up to the house. Dang! I thought I would have at least 20 more minutes. Oh well!

I went downstairs and greeted my men and listened to them tell me all about their adventure.


hiking boys

What would you do with a couple hours of alone time? relaxing or productive?

12 thoughts on “A Rare Moment to Myself

  1. Sheri, this is cute and funny and so true! I’m happy your beautiful guys had a wonderful adventure and good for you for tackling the hell of the basement! (That deserved a 6-pack, by the way.) Barry and I are terrible hoarders because every last thing has some precious memory or story. When we were moving last May, each item I picked up had to pass this test: WHAT WILL THE KIDS DO WITH THIS WHEN I DIE. Seriously, I got rid of all kinds of stuff. I also made a vow: NOTHING, EVER, EVER, EVER AGAIN IN A BASEMENT. EVER. I have stuck to this rule. Our basement is old… like in 1880’s old and not so user friendly, but that has never stopped us before. I AM CURED. Just don’t look in our garage. xo!

  2. That feeling when you close the door behind everyone and you are all alone — priceless! I usually mix it up and get a few things done and then relax and catch up on something on my DVR. Glad you got to enjoy a few hours!

  3. You crack me up. Love this post. I do the same thing, although I usually have music playing in the background…or an episode of something from Netflix from 2011. You deserve the time away and I say spend it the way you like, girl! 🙂 XO

  4. A few hours alone. I lie to myself and say, I would take a bath, or read. In truth, I would run 3 miles, clean the house, reorganize a few rooms and still forget to eat or take a shower!
    LOVE those pics!

  5. Doing ANYTHING alone is a treat. Organizing, cleaning, showering… I embrace all of it. 🙂 You’re like me– you like to do stuff and cleaning a basement without distraction would feel like I won a million bucks!

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