I think because I presently spend an obscene amount of time at home,
escaping from the house is the very best way for me to recharge an extremely dead battery.
During the week I’m running on a hamster wheel, furiously motoring toward a destination I will never reach.
You know what I’m talking about moms- the maddening cycle of cooking, feeding, cleaning, bathing, dressing, picking up, and putting away. It never ends.
The moment your kitchen floor is mopped, a child crosses it in dirt-filled shoes. The second your washer is empty, the diaper fails during nap time. You bathe your little one and dress him in clean clothes, only to find him covered in food, dirt, or art supplies a short time later.
Can you tell I desperately needed to escape from within these four confining walls? I wasn’t well.
I needed a short hiatus away from it all, to catch my breath and simply enjoy my family.
