Permission

It is so strange, but I find myself needing permission for me time. I feel like I “need” to be at work, Boo’s therapy, helping Abby with homework and hey being a wife once in a while. I have somehow taken this mantle of having to be there for every moment for everyone else something will go wrong.

Yes, I control that much of the universe. I find when I take time out of the day for something selfish, like a run or meeting friends without the family, I feel incredible guilt.
A couple of years ago I met Tia for a girls weekend. I felt anxious the entire time. Like I was letting David and the girls down by not being there for them.

David doesn’t feel this way. Don’t take that the wrong way, he is a great dad and husband. But if he wants to go hunting, out with the guys, working overtime or take a class he just does. He doesn’t worry about juggling or what it means impact it might have on me. He isn’t being selfish, he always makes sure that I’m okay with him doing whatever. But he just goes.

Last week, for example, he had the day off. The girls are at school and I am at work. He had six hours to do whatever he wanted. He took the dog for a 2 hour walk, visited his mom and whatever else men do get out of cleaning the bathroom. Me? I would be cleaning, shopping, baking, doing anything else other than taking time to just rejuvenate.

Neither of us are wrong in our approach and I know we are no different than any other couple.

A couple of weekends ago we were scheduled to run a race. He ended up taking a class and a friend went with me instead. It was weird, because a year ago I would have just not gone. But I needed it. I needed to check out for a couple of hours. I picked up my friend, we raced and afterwards there was an after party.

Cause after you run 3 miles you should totally drink and eat.

But getting there was a hard decision. It was a we shouldn’t, should we, let’s just go home….wait the restaurant is right there….okay we’ll go in.

It was both of us. Both of us were so anxious that we were not going straight home after daring to take an hour for ourselves. My husband had taken a class that would take him from any family responsibility for 2 weeks. Hers had just left that morning for a business trip where he would be gone at least a week.

Neither man was wrong, but neither man really ever second guessed their choice. Here we were second guessing if we should have lunch!

We sat and talked about just that, how when we were wives we never worried about making sure there was food in the house, the laundry was done or if we were meeting friends after work.

Then we had children, moved our husbands into a role where we are now responsible for their meals, clean laundry and the inability to think for themselves (this never occurred to us as wives). We became self-imposed hermits, needing permission to do something without our families. We have inadvertently moved ourselves into this role where the family cannot survive without us for 2 hours.

We stopped being women and became the all-powerful mom.

Oh no! our minds say, will they eat? Will they be okay? Will the be able to wipe their own asses? (Okay that was my thought, probably not anyone else would think their family was that inept). But I am sure all of us at one time or another thought: How will they survive without our constant presence!!!!

David is more than capable of taking care of himself and whomever he needs to be responsible. Yet when either girl needs something (even a glass of water) my name is called.

But I am getting better. Okay, not better but improving. I raced and had a fabulous lunch with my friend. Last weekend I met a new friend for a much needed run. Tonight I am meeting a friend for dinner. I am leaving David home alone with the girls. Mind you, the poor man has been alone with them all day because of the Holiday. But I am not feeling guilty at all. I am going out for Kerri time.

Okay, I’m feeling a little guilty.

7 thoughts on “Permission

  1. Janine Huldie

    You definitely deserve Kerri time and will say this I am so similar and always feeling guilty to take so me time, but I just wrote about something similar today and taking some time off here and there whether for me or to be with my family.. I find myself also pulled in so many directions and am slowly realizing I need to take control more and let go a bit more, too. Enjoy your time out tonight, you totally 100% deserve it!

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  2. Sylvia

    Must be the guilt comes with the job of being mom. I am the same way. Being a stay at home mom, I tend to be a bit more annoyed (bitter even) that my husband comes and goes whenever he pleased without even thinking about it because he knows I'm always going to be there. I, on the other hand have to plan, scheme, and prepare just to take a shower! Sometimes I feel like I'm just the live in babysitter! I have learned that if I'm going to get me some me time and not feel too guilty about it is to add a few minutes of me time onto my grocery shopping time! Funny think is… my husband thinks it's a good idea! Have fun taking some me time!

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  3. Anonymous

    Kerri, I know just where you are coming from. It does get better, and yes you need your time. Enjoy your dinner, David and the girls will be fine…. yes the dishes will probably be in the sink but you had you time… well worth it sil

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  4. Dana Hemelt

    I think I'm somewhere in between you and David. I take time for myself, and I feel a little guilty, but it doesn't stop me from doing it! I think time away from my kids and my family obligations helps rejuvenate me.

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