Let me give you a little insight into my daily. I work full time behind a desk. Sitting all day. It drives me crazy, but it is what it is. I get home around 5:30, and I’m lucky enough that my husband has already taken care of the majority of homework duty. Bless him, because homework duty sucks. I usually only have to help Finn finish something. On a really good day when the family is not “starving to the point of death” I get to fit in a 20 minute workout of some sort. From there I make dinner. Then I clean up dinner. Then I make lunches and throw in laundry. By that time, it’s reading with Finn and getting going on the nightly routine of showers, brushing teeth, etc. I never sit. Not until they’ve been tucked in. I pour my wine and grab a basket of laundry and put on a show. That’s my relax time. A time my kids never see.

The weekends aren’t much different. It’s laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, food prep, and finding something fun to do with them. So Sunday, while the kids were playing outside with a friend, I grabbed a book and sat on the couch. I’d been dying to finish The Rumor. My youngest came inside to add a Nerf weapon to his arsenal when he looked over at me on the couch. “Oh no Mom, are you sick with a cold?”  Sick? No. Why? The simple act of me sitting on the couch on the weekend startled my son. When I really thought about it I realized that he was right. It was something rare. It made me kind of sad. My kids never see me just chill out, or as they would say “chillax.” I now need to make a more conscious effort to do so…during the day. I just find it so hard. Is it a type-A personality thing, or a Carpe diem and making the most of every minute I have not tied behind a desk? I think it’s really just they way I’m wired, but I don’t want my kids to remember me that way. Relaxing is a very hard thing for me to do unless it’s the end of the night. There’s just so much to do, and when I finish those things I actively seek other things to do. There’s always a junk drawer somewhere needing some organizing.

Do you have a hard time relaxing mid-day? I can’t be the only one, am I?