Sometimes, as mothers, wives, friends, chauffeurs,
chefs, workers and community members - we get burned out. Throw in
hundreds of inches of snow and I was well, short-circuiting. So I
decided to do something about it. I packed a bag and went on a two
and a half day "Me Trip" to New York.
I didn't tell anyone that I was going (Okay, I did
spill it to two girlfriends and my own family). But I didn't post a
word on Facebook. I didn't answer emails. I didn't watch my
spending (much) and I delved into "Me World" for two and a half
I saw "Mama Mia" on Broadway. I ate nice food and
drank long sips of red wine. I stayed in a very nice hotel. I slept
till 9 a.m.!
I walked the shops of Soho, The Village, Times
Square and then I came back to the room and read a
I lazied around my bed, catching up on episodes of
"How I Met Your Mother."
I took a long shower without anyone knocking at my
I walked. I walked and I walked some more. Even though it
was cold and windy, I didn't care.
Now, normally when one describes this sort of trip there
is a little guilt. But, my amazing, saint of a husband, left me
worry free. He did a great job entertaining and caring for my kids
over a long holiday weekend and I didn't care about the laundry or
dishes I knew were waiting for me when I arrived home.
I spent time thinking; thinking about how little sometimes
we remember to exist. How throughout the busyness of life, I need
to try to breathe and take moments to be grateful and happy. But
winter often sucks the life out of me so just changing my
environment and taking some downtime allowed me to remember how my
life is truly gifted.
I remembered how happy my children and my husband make me.
How much I enjoy a peaceful life, without the hustle and bustle and
smells of the New York I left behind many years ago. How blessed I
am to be married to a man who gets when and why I pack a bag and go
to New York for two and a half days.
I came home renewed; batteries charged. I loved my life
again. I didn't mind early wake-ups for getting the kids off to
school, I was excited to hug them and hear about the drama of their
days. I looked forward to my comfy bed and late night chats with my
hubby. I was actually not marred at all when I arrived home to
melty, wet snow and 40 degree temps (yes!). I feel like I broke
through to the other side and now I can be Me again. Ready to plug
back in . . .
Sara Kutliroff is a freelance writer and blogger trying not to forget the "me” in mommy.
See more of Sara's stories here.
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