I got rid of the children today. I didn't get up nearly as early as I would have liked but I was still able to cook and get them dressed and out of the house so I could have a full day of peace and quiet. The problem with having a whole day to myself is the struggle to do absolutely nothing. There's always some little voice reminding me of some little thing I meant to do, but couldn't get to it before.
I've never been able to spend an entire day sleeping or doing absolutely nothing. I blame my mother for this. She wasn't the type of mother to promote sleeping in on weekends and even though I remember my siblings and friends accusing me of laziness, I learnt to wash clothes by hand, cook, sweep, clean the stove and fridge and much more. People have this crazy idea that you're supposed to like doing these things. That's a myth. You just need to make sure and get them done and out of the way to make room for the things you really like doing. And do them properly, otherwise it will mean doing it again. I learnt this early on and with the chores carefully out of the way, I settled into my bed with a good book. As an adult, I've learnt to appreciate some of my chores because it gives me five minutes of alone time to cool my head. In these moments, the screaming and fighting doesn't penetrate my brain and I am at peace.
Funny enough, now that I'm grown, my mother expects me to get a rest when I am home without the kids. And believe me I try, but once I stifle that little voice, I keep thinking of all the fun things I could be doing without them here. I can watch a movie, uninterrupted. I can actually listen to music without getting a song request. I could play fb games, finish that novel I've been working on... the list is endless. Want to know what really happens? I'm so exhausted that I don't do any of those things and then I still can't sleep because its so hot. Do you know what the kids think I do? Have a ball. Its usually evident by the way they come home on evenings peeping around the house as if they expect to find some clue as to what I've been up to. Shakir, in particular, will look at me with an expression of annoyance and ask me where I went and what I did. It isn't because he feels I should be enjoying my freedom, but rather because he can't bear the thought that I had a good day without him.
But today, as much as I wanted to move the whole house and put back again and start a number of projects I've been meaning to get started on, the honest truth is, my body refused to cooperate. I was like Elmer Fudd, without that screwy wabbit and I had my west and wewaxation whether I wanted it or not.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.