Today I have had an absolutely glorious few hours to myself at home. Sean took Declan to swim lessons and then out for errands, and I sat and did a bit of homework before deciding that it would be an absolute travesty to waste this precious time behind a computer doing boring homework. It has been ages since I’ve had a day at home without anyone else here. It used to be that I could take a day off work and have the place to myself, but since we started working different shifts it’s rare that I ever get a brief bit of time to myself at home.
I know some moms dream of getting their kids out of the house and having time to themselves, and then don’t know what to do other than maybe hang out and watch tv. I am decidedly NOT that kind of person. Home, before it became the home of a rowdy little boy, used to be my favorite place. It was my place to recharge and relax. The kitchen, especially, was particularly my favorite. There’s nothing like beating the crap out of a pile of bread dough to make a bad day better (and then eating all those carbs). But baking, these days, is few and far between. Not for a lack of time or energy, except that 99.9% of the time Declan wants to help and just… it’s not the same. I do love and enjoy baking and cooking with him – I really do. But I’m pretty sure everyone will understand when I say that I literally just want to do something all by myself sometimes without the helping hands of a small child. My sanity depends on it.
So, with a quiet house and freedom to do whatever I could possibly cram into these few hours… two loaves of whole wheat bread were started. They’re presently proofing on top of the warming oven, and I’m sitting watching the snow blow while I listen to a bit of music and knit on a hat out of some yarn leftovers from my Throwback cardigan (which is basically done, I just need to weave in ends and photograph it).
These are the type of little everyday vacations I live for.
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