So generally Wednesday doesn’t usually speak to me per se, but today, I hear you Wednesday, loud and clear. I’m sure many stay at home moms can relate to this post, or even just married couples who have been encroached since the beginning of 2020. 2020 ruined all alone to time there was to be had, even the smallest amount we all get on a daily basis. Which if you are a stay at home mom with kids too little to go to school you know that even bathroom time is storytime, tantrum time, staring contest time, you fill in your blank. It’s anything other than private or alone time.
Not only did my elementary kids get to stay home and do “school” but my husband who generally works in NYC from 6am-7pm also went remote like the rest of the world. Don’t get me wrong, the first 6-9 months were actually great. Everyday was a snow day basically, total shit show. My kids running around, trying to get them to sit at their little desks all day to do kindergarten and first grade. Was awesome. Everyone around the world rationing food while my family I feel like never stopped eating. I mean between the kids and my husband, I had to gear up in latex gloves and facemasks to head to the food store and risk my life twice a week. This was just to keep up with having my pantry stocked normally. Forget toilet paper, I needed to find goldfish, graham crackers, and reduced fat wheat thins for those monsters. I mean I would stand on line just to get into Whole Foods, legit bouncer at the door. Sometimes he wouldn’t even let me in because I wasn’t old enough. I guess early mornings were for seniors and I didnt get the memo. Whole Foods had turned into a club overnight and you had to be 65 or older to get in before 9am.
Anyway fast forward to today. I thought things were getting a bit back to normal last October but, no. I mean kids are back at school and the house stays a little bit cleaner each day. I still have my 4 year old who, I think my mother pays to drive me nuts as her sweet revenge that she told me she would get when I had my own children. Oh, and then there is my husband who works in his office in the basement. He comes upstairs about 1,000 times a day. In his defense, who wants to be in the basement all day? I get it, not me, not enough natural light for a girl like me. So he comes upstairs and asks me a lot of questions. When is the guy coming to look at the stove? Why did you spend $300 at Hobby Lobby? We should get the grout cleaned? Have you seen my favorite sweatshirt, I haven’t seen it since 2019? All fine questions, just not questions I used to have to answer before 7pm. When I was alone. Cleaning. In peace.
So yes back to today, today is the first day my loving husband is in the office since November. My morning is full of no adult questions. Just headphones on dancing around the house and cleaning in my PJs. Feels just like the old days. Kindof. You know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’ll keep you posted on that. Also, Wednesday means almost thursday, and almost thursday means a Cosmopolitan tomorrow in a stemless wine glass with a lime wedge and ice. Even if I still can’t taste or smell from covid in December. I just wish the last thing that I was able to smell or taste wasn’t these delicious cookies I baked with Kate to spread Christmas cheer. We put a lot of love into them. We even made them twice because we just couldn’t nail it the first time. I do NOT bake, only for special occasions or to be generous, not because I can’t -but because there are way to many rules in baking. I’m not a rule follower really. Curse you Pfeffernüsse Cookies.
Happy Wednesday!
MMC.
xo.
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