So last week. Gracie and I were both sick with a nasty cold, to the point that we were housebound for seven full days. Not only were we sick, but the insomnia hit again out of the blue, and I was awake for FORTY HOURS STRAIGHT. I honestly didn't know I was capable of that. I was once awake for 26 hours while traveling, but back in the carefree days of college I had the luxury of sleeping all day and night once I got home. Plus, I got to watch the sun rise over the Manhattan skyline from a plane, and that is something I will not ever forget. My sleep has been dicey ever since that fateful night, so I've been forgetting words and walking into things and just overall functioning on the level of someone in the grips of senility. On the up side, I read two books in three days.
On top of all that excitement, James was working long hours, so I was responsible for the life and wellbeing of my child after being awake for two days straight. I broke all the good-mom rules and broke out the processed foods and Winnie the Pooh. All in the name of survival. Once Saturday afternoon rolled around, I left the offspring home with her father and gleefully volunteered to go grocery shopping, one of my least favorite chores. It's just barely above scrubbing toilets.
Motherhood: when grocery shopping alone is less chore and more tropical vacation.
I waltzed down the aisles. I smiled at everyone I passed. I couponed. I bought ice cream. I breathed the sweet air of freedom. I came home and made a huge lasagna and homemade garlic bread. Being cooped up for a week will do that to a girl. My good mood evaporated only when a group of 13 hooligans started a volleyball game right outside our window, right as Gracie fell asleep for the night. I quietly stormed around the house complaining and threatening to scream at them if they woke up the babe. A few minutes later, a rain cloud came literally out of nowhere and rained out their game.
"Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord." -Romans 12:19
"That's not how it works, Michelle." -James
In this instance, we've agreed to disagree.
I broke free of my house arrest on Friday, and I'm still relishing the feeling of LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. Gracie and I took a long afternoon walk yesterday, and I pranced down the sidewalk with the stroller, bopping to Ben Folds and playing air piano on the stroller handle. We had to run to Walmart this morning, and I took my time, slowly walking down the aisles of things I care nothing about. We are out of the house, and by golly I will cherish it!
If only our excursions wore me out as much as they do Gracie. I could really use the sleep.