Today I got my freedom...until about 5pm.
My husband was on shift and we discussed the night before the prospect of leaving the MIL alone to see how that went...
Until her "stay" with us, Friday mornings were spent in our daughter's kindergarten classroom. Obviously, this was not going to be happening the first few weeks - because we were simply not comfortable leaving her alone for ANY amount of time over the 10 minutes it took to pick up our kids from the bus stop. But, some time has passed, and we thought it would be a good way to test the waters - and she how she handled it.
Going from being pretty much alone 24/7 (besides the niece and her teenage son in the other house in the middle of nowhere during the night) to being immersed into a family of 5 and all that that entails, had to be a little bit of an adjustment - at least it would be for any normal thinking person. So, we thought this might do her (and us) a little good.
So, off to kindergarten I went (after making sure she took her morning meds and had enough on hand to eat for when she got hungry). I checked in at noon to see if she needed anything - she had eaten a banana and yogurt, taken her noon meds, and was fully enjoying The Dog Whisperer marathon that happens every Friday (oh, the TV you miss when you're out living life). I ran some more errands, checking in every so often to see that she was fine and by the end of the day, I had picked up my husband's check, done the banking, hit up Starbucks, 2 video game stores (because the first one wouldn't take it) to return an old game that we never used, ran one child to a sleepover, stopped by Target to pick up some much needed (isn't everything at Target much needed?) items and picked up my niece for a sleepover with our daughter.
During my time "out," I could talk on my phone without being listened to.
My MIL could talk on our phone without being listened to also.
I could listen to whatever I wanted on the radio and basically didn't have to be at any one's beck and call - except for my kids, of course, which I am used to and agreed to when I took on the task of motherhood, despite my constant complaining - but that's what Target is for, right? Therapy for moms. Anyway, it felt good.
I came home, cooked her a wonderful meal, did the dishes, made some cupcakes and sat down to watch the Haiti Hurricane Relief concert with her for a few hours.
What a day.
A day that would seem so incredibly mundane and NORMAL in my past life was like a gift. And I'll never take that for granted again.