This week has been long. Three nights in a row Katja ended up staying up until a little after 9. She’s usually in bed by 7:30 or so and then I have down time. All three nights were my choice, so it wasn’t a bad thing, but I’m used to having a little time in there to catch up on housework and relax. I didn’t realize how much that down time meant until I didn’t have it for three days, however much fun those three days were.
To add to that, Katja doesn’t sleep very well right now. She’s up a few times a night. I sleep fairly lightly. While Xander will get up with no complaint, I wake up first anyway so I generally just get up. I don’t do terribly well with not enough sleep; I get crabby and easily frustrated. Add those two things together and I’ve been just the tiniest bit of a pain to be around this weekend. I got to the gym this morning, which helped a little, but I still felt very stressed.
Xander made it better. This afternoon when I tucked Katja in for her nap, he asked if I wanted to go see a movie or get out of the house for a few hours. I didn’t feel like watching a movie, but I decided to take him up on it. I went wandering through a store for a little while, then went to a coffee shop and had a pot of tea while reading a book. I picked up some good olive oil and balsamic vinegar, too. I felt good. I read five (short) chapters of a good book, drank very good tea, ate a chocolate croissant, and felt completely decadent and relaxed.
When I got home, Xander said I’d been gone for a little over an hour. Katja woke up about ten minutes before I got home.
I am still happy. I feel calm and refreshed. I took time to do things I wanted to do without thinking about anyone else. I didn’t feel selfish about it because this was freely offered.
Life is so very, very good right now, and my husband is the best person ever.