do you ever….?

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Dear Momma,

Have you ever just closed your tired eyes and dreamed of where you’d like to go, at least in your mind’s eye? Somewhere further away than even Calgon can take you? If money weren’t an option and you were told just to pack your bags and hop aboard a plane to a destination of your choice….what would you choose? I’m getting excited now!!!! For me, I’d have to choose the beach.

Thoughts like this are usually quickly forced back into the recesses of my mind when my soul is jarred awake into the reality of craziness. You know, like the breaking of a lamp, the sound of money flying across the wood floor because a bank has broken, or even worse, the screams and cries for help in the night because of a bad nightmare.

Well, today has been one of those days for me. Actually there have been several of those type days for me this week. Days where you’d love to go bury your head in the sand and forget all your troubles. Ever have days like this? Do you ever wonder if other Mommas have the same trials as you? If they can hear you losing your temper yet again? If you’re starting to wonder if perhaps you might’ve misunderstood God’s calling upon you to be a Momma because you honestly don’t know what the heck you’re doing?  I dare say I am not alone, and neither are you. Satan in all his craftiness and truth-twisting ways wants us to buy in to the lie that we are alone and ill-equipped at this thing called Motherhood.

What is that saying, “God doesn’t call the equipped, He equips the called”. Boy, I have been thinking of that saying quite often today. I’ve been taking lots of deep breaths as my child tells me yet again, “you’re so mean!” or throws a crazy fit in the middle of the kitchen floor because he wants a snack 10 minutes prior to dinner being ready, or he poops on the floor for the 2nd time today, or breaks out of his seat belt while I’m driving him to school. Yep, those kinds of days. The hard days. The days you just wish you were in the midst of a really bad dream and it’s not your reality.

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These are the days that I’m learning are excellent days to give myself attention. When the time is appropriate, of course; like once your husband is home and dinner is finished. Honestly, I don’t indulge as I should enough. Most of the time, the devil fills my mind with what a terrible selfish Mom I am that I should want to go to the store by myself in peace. After all, my own internist has asked me time and time again if I’m taking advantage of getting out more on my own just to decompress. Sadly, I shake my head “no” and we talk about why it’s healthy to get out once in awhile. I’m not taking about hanging out at a bar, indulging in alcohol, taking advantage of your husband’s good nature, or skipping out on a night when your family needs you most. And I certainly don’t mean spending money that you don’t have on splurges that you don’t need.

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I researched this very thing myself….treating without spending and here’s some tips: read a book, take a nap, visit with a girlfriend, shave, pray, popcorn & Netflix, color, take a bubble bath, have some tea, get a complimentary make-up tutorial at the mall, journal, exercise, listen to some tunes or a podcast you enjoy, go for a walk, de-clutter, bake something, call a friend, paint your nails, knit or crochet, go to the pool, do some gardening, window shop, and even play with the kids. I thought this was a good list, actually. Allowing some much-needed alone time help us to be better Mommas. What is it that we’ve heard a zillion times on the airplane pertaining to the oxygen mask? You must first put yours on, then help your children with theirs.

Pinterest is a great place to find ideas such as these. The takeaway: self-care is not being selfish, it’s being healthy. No one else will take care of you. Take care of yourself and see if the whining, crying, fussing, fighting, yelling seems a little more removed and breathe in some fresh deep breaths. IGBOKpeople-1316266_1920.jpg

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