I had a very nice weekend. First of all, because I spend time with my family. We were at the pool together, we played outside in the garden (my husband being the monster, chasing me and the little man around), playing with cars, cars and more cars, walking the dog, and many other things we did together. But there is another reason why I had such a nice weekend – I had some alone time. Not much, all together five hours of which I slept three but still, it felt sooo good.
Being a mom, a wife, a blogger, a writer, a motivational speaker, and part-time housewife is sometimes exhausting. I’m lucky, my husband helps a lot, he is the one who cooks, he’s the one who does most of the grocery shopping, he’s the one taking care of all the things that break in/at/around the house like the air conditioner this weekend, but still, there aren’t many opportunities where I just sit down, drink a coffee and do nothing, not even folding laundry. That’s’ why alone time has become so appreciated over the years.
I do need it. I’m not the kind of person who loves being a mom 24/7. It might sound harsh at first, but I’m honest. I love our little man to pieces, but I also love spending some time just with myself. First of all, I’m a mom, being a mom is my number one priority. Last Saturday I slept 4.5 hours in our son’s bed because he had a bad dream and didn’t want to be alone. I wake up every morning at 6, EVERY morning, also weekends. I became the master of patience over the years and just ordered five new thrillers for reading and sane-keeping. But even though being a mom is the best thing ever happened to me, I’m also still myself. I’m also still Inka. As Robert Tew once said “Sometimes you need to take a break from everyone and spend time alone, to experience, appreciate, and love yourself.” And that’s exactly what I did.