Home Alone

I'm done with work for the day.  Will is at the office.  The kids are at daycare.  It's a sunny spring afternoon.  So why am I sitting in my house blogging?

It's a big deal to be home alone.

This has only happened once since November.  Last Friday, I stopped at home for 15 minutes between work and picking up the boys.  I spent one of those minutes standing in the middle of the living room, listening to the clock tick.  I spent the other fourteen minutes hurriedly preparing to leave again.

But now I have two hours.  Yes, I do need to clean the house and make some phone calls - but I can do it on my own terms, without interruption.

The lack of privacy and down time is one of the hardest things about parenthood, and it seems to disproportionately affect mothers.  Even though Will is a fantastic dad, the fact is, I'm Timothy's Lunch, and therefore I am almost always on duty.  The one nice thing about having to pump breastmilk at work is that it gives me a brief escape.  I'm alone in an empty room, no phones, no computer, just me and my ipod and that rythmic whooshing motor.

Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to take a nap!