I am taking one class and working about 5 hours a week. This means I get 12 hours a week free of small children. Which makes me a better person and a better mama.
A friend asked when my class was done.
“Next week already,” I replied in shock.
“Great! Now you can finally get a break!”
A break? Class was my break. My adult time to discuss ideas and see things from perspectives over 3 feet tall.
It was a nice break for Lil’T too. She is very social and I am not giving the social stimulus that she gets from the neighbours’ houses full of kids her age.
Other well-meaning friends and relatives exclaim at how amazing it is that I am working and going to school and a mother. I hear their disapproval thinly veiled by professed admiration. It is always followed by how I need a break. As if being a mother was the one thing I don’t need a break from.
But really, I need that time away from my house responsibilities! I’m not working very much- it is my hobby. If I was spending that time at a prayer meeting with child care, or taking a pottery class or going to the gym it would be ok.
I wish they would give me a break. 🙂