My husband walks in the door, and I bolt. Literally. He already knows it’s going to happen; I unloaded as soon as he told me he was on his way. The day had been awful, full of tears, yelling, and threats. I needed out! Out of the house, away from the kids, and time to just breathe.
If you are a mom, I guarantee you have felt the same way a time or two. It is normal. After feeling that way, we normally then begin feeling the guilt.
Good moms don’t need time away
Good moms wouldn’t have responded to yelling, by yelling back.
Good moms don’t make threats, they make cookies!
It’s a joke really because let me tell you this:
GOOD moms NEED time to BREATHE!
They need mom time, they need to regroup, and they need to make time for themselves. If a mom doesn’t make time to take care of herself, she is not going to be able to take care of her children, period.
So, how can a mom find time for herself?
This is easier said than done, but really we have to do it. Find a day and pencil it in on your calendar. Write MOM in big red letters, arrange for child care, and just do it!
Get up earlier.
This is not fun, I know, but it is important. I get up at 5:30 every day. It stinks, really! But, this is when I write, pray, and do my devotions. Some days I ditch the work altogether and read. It is my quiet time, and I need it!
Put the kids to bed early.
On days where I am just exhausted and need to breathe, I put the kids to bed early and crash. This allows me time to regroup and rest.
On really bad days, I bolt. As soon as my husband gets in the door. Now, this doesn’t happen often, but it has happened a time or two. And guess what? That DOESN’T make me a bad mom. It makes me human.
I have been reading this book by Stacey Thacker and Brooke McGlothlin titled, Hope for the Weary Mom. In it they say repeatedly,
Guilt has no place in the space of grace
What does this mean? Well for me it means doing what I need to do, to be the best mom I can be for my children. This means that I need mom time. I need space sometimes, and that is okay. This makes me a better mom. It means I yell less, and enjoy more. It means I play that game or read that book one more time. It allows me time to be ME, so I can be MOM.