I’m finding that my life, as a mom, is not so glamorous, but I did get away this weekend.
Saturday, I giddily got dressed, kissed my family goodbye, and headed to my peace-filled, budget conscious, morning adventure—the Walmart Supercenter. Yes, this was the highlight of my week and I am not ashamed.
I glide through the streets in my asthmatic minivan and crank up the music. I arrive and take a parking space much farther than usual; this could be the only real exercise I get all day.
I grab a shopping cart and get a little risky; I don’t even wipe it down with a sanitary wipe! Cruising through the isles, I fondly remember just how lucky I am. Visions of my children are everywhere.
I recall Dani, a few years back, throwing an amazing tantrum in the produce section. Oh, and Evie picking up the one apple that started a fruit avalanche. Ah Mase, it was just last month that he was temporarily misplaced while playing hide and seek in the clothing department. Finally, the baby: I honestly didn’t notice he had eaten the entire box top of toothpaste until I checked out.
Loving thoughts of my family continue to fill my heart. How easy it is to appreciate my dear ones when they are 5 miles away.
Then! The emergency husband call rings in. It’s only been a half hour! I am not answering. More ringing. OK! I answer the phone. My husband, as usual, has our crying baby on the line. He then comes on, “Hurry home. You’re needed! They’re conspiring against me.”
Oh, so sweet! He’s thinking of me too.
I leisurely check out and actually return my cart to the corral. I then head home, renewed for my mommy week to come.
quickly passing, precious moments.