OK moms. Here is the question. How do you escape?
Since the baby has been born I’ve been really bad about this. Between laundry, dishes, meals, shopping, homework, nursing, diapers, and all that other craziness. Doing for other people can consume every moment of my life.
And just when I think there might be time… something pops up. Like a broken dryer.
So, apparently life (fate, the universe, GOD, whatever you want to call it) took this situation in to it’s own hands. After a morning plagued by a burnt birthday cake, baseball tryouts that ran late, a hungry baby that needed to be fed, and more bumps than need be named here. I ran out the door to catch up with my brothers sisters kids neices nephews etc etc on a birthday hike for my mom. Just five minutes behind them and the baby in the Bjorn I was sure I would catch up at any minute.
Just around the next corner.
And then the next.
Up the hill.
And down the other side.
And when I reached the turn around NO ONE WAS THERE.
No one but me.
And the baby.
And a big green field of grass, the blue jays, a grey squirrel, and a flock of tiny black and yellow birds.
And as much as I probably should have turned back and started putting together the second attempt at the birthday cake. I didn’t
I just sat.
Well, after calling to find out where the hell my kids were.
But once it was confirmed that they had just taken a different trail and were not dead.
I just sat.
Sat and listened. To the birds. To the leaves.
I marveled at the fact that really I had no where to be.
I nursed the baby in the sun.
And then rocked her to sleep.
Still sitting.
I even ignored the one car that drove by on the dirt road.
Until I felt like walking back.
Not because anyone needed anything. But because I decided to.
Slowly and listening to the gravel beneath my feet, the creek in the canyon.
All the things that are usually drowned out by life.
And then my cell phone rang. I had been discovered.
Not wanting to wake the baby, and not really wanting to talk to anyone yet. I turned it off.
My escape was not over yet.
An escape I never really would have planned.
But decided to take full advantage of when accident created it.
All in all not a bad mistake. My only question now is how do I create it again?











I force the time out usually. It’s nice when it presents itself unexpectedly (and I’m glad that happened for you; there is nothing like burnout).
once upon a time, i went to vote while my husband was home on his lunch break. i voted, and….found myself at the craft store. kid free, standing in the sticker isle for 20 minutes, deciding which to buy, and savoring it because I was so… ALONE…and then, 2 hours after i had “run down the street” to vote, i arrived home. with telltale shopping bags. i just HAD to! it just sort of happened….
Oh that sounds perfectly wonderful! What a beautiful picture you created (the escaping part, not all the crazy stuff before ;))