Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Mom Fantasy

My mom was up for the past few days. Actually, both of my parents showed up on Friday, bearing a giant bag of IKEA meatballs and therefore saving me dozens of nights of cooking this month. Nothing says love like frozen meatballs. And I mean that. Then Mom stayed on for a few more days. And, boy! Was that ever nice! I was spoiled ROTTEN. I got to run all kinds of errands by myself, which is pretty much my definition of heaven. Especially if I am not paying someone to watch my kids while it is happening. Running in and out six stores in 20 minutes! Telling the hairstylist that it is no big deal she is running late. Take your time. Please. No car seat buckling, no flinging snacks to the backseat, begging and pleading them to hang on just five more minutes, please, Mama has got to buy some Kahlua.

I was telling Mom about my fantasies. I have two. The first is the Reality Fantasy. This is one where I just fantasize about having two days to myself in the house to do chores and cleaning. Man! What I could get done if I had 48 hours by myself up in here. I could start and finish a project in one day. I do dream of that.

But the Ultimate Fantasy.....is a fantasy that I have had for a few years now. This is beyond my wildest dreams, but I love to think about it. Here it is: I would go to a nice hotel. All. By. Myself. Now, I have spent hours thinking through my Ultimate Fantasy and how exactly I would spend each of those 48 hours. For the first 24 hours I wouldn't leave the hotel room.

I would read, nap, watch chick flicks, order room service, sleep some more, maybe go sit out on the balcony and read in the fresh air (this fantasy involves a balcony and nice weather, naturally. And, I'm thinking mountain views would be a bonus. Something you can just sit and look at without feeling the need to go out into--no beach.) After 24 hours, I might tear myself from the bed and saunter down to the lobby and order some coffee and sit down in a chair for a while. Then I might wander over to the pool and lay around for another hour, maybe get a massage. Then, I'd go back and take a nap. Later that afternoon I might poke around the local area and shop. Or I might not. Then, I'd get back in the bed, order room service again, open up a nice little bottle from the minibar and pull out my book.

Try to tell me that isn't the very definition of heaven.

Ahhhh. Just thinking about it relaxes me.

Welp! Gotta run. My kid just bloodied his lip while trying to eat gum out of the trash can! I told you mine, now you tell me yours.

16 comments:

Swistle said...

That's mine, too: the hotel room, the nice weather, the sleeping, the room service.

When I'm truly desperate, I daydream about the peace and quiet of PRISON.

Katie said...

Swistle. Yes. Me too. Actually, I dream about going into a hospital more than prison. But either one somedays....

Jen said...

That sounds lovely. Lovely. Time by myself. As in, more than 10 minutes by myself, and not because I've locked myself in the bathroom by myself.

Your hotel room fantasy is pretty complete for me, but I will add to it. I would have the first 2 days by myself, maybe somewhere in Europe. Fantasy, right? And then, Tim's parents would take over watching the children for him and he would join me for a few days and we could go explore the local area. Aaaaaah. Man, I want a vacation.

Angie said...

I think I would prefer the two days at home, but not for cleaning. My ultimate fantasy would be a personal shopper who could, without me trying anything on, buy all of my shoes and clothing. I would like everything and it would all fit perfectly.

Katie said...

Jen, I'm contemplating the Add the Husband After 2 Days aspect. That would definitely be great. And the Europe thing. Fabulous. Except then my mind goes to all the work that would involve. All the shuffling of children and the writing of instructions and prepping of things and shaving of legs....and....I don't know. I think I would need a private jet and a full time team of nannies to pull that one off.

Lost in Space said...

That is NOT heaven!

lisa said...

I hate being alone. Well wait, thats not true- I hate being alone as in no adults so I'd get all fidgety and bored and restless in a hotel by myself. My fantasy would be my husband organizing something for me and my friends (or- I suppose I could do it for myself, huh?)- who are spread out all over the world at this point and we'd all meet somewhere exotic and stay at a spa and just have treatment after treatment after treatment. Breaking for food and fruity drinks.

Bevo said...

Lost in Space is not a mom!

Katie said...

THAT is the truth, Bevo!

sa_grammy said...

You are going to hate me BUT I did that once....I either missed everyone or I worried about them. I did not ever like being a single Mom much less a single alone Mom.

Andrea_Ben said...

tonight with my neighbor, I was recounting the time I went to Hawaii alone on my way to TX from my year in Japan. I stayed for 5 days by myself snorkeling, cruising, gliding, eating and never for a minute thought how much I would some day appreciate that time though I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ahhhh, 5 days in Hawaii alone, with no cares! Bliss.

Andrea_Ben said...

I guess Ben can join me at some point.

Anonymous said...

I did that when I was done nursing Saff after she turned one. I went to a resort for a night (after next kid it will be two nights) and it was just non-negotiable. I felt like I had earned the time away and needed it badly. So make it a reality Katie!

Anonymous said...

I did the hotel hermitage/retreat several years in a row for my birthday -- after my son was in his teens. Two years were actually cabins "up north" in Minnesota (during the winter), once at my college's alumni house, and once at a (cheap) motel. I used the time for reading, thinking, writing, and walking. (Room service is too expensive. I took canned & dried food that could be heated in the room's microwave or coffeemaker.) You're right, it was heavenly. Of course, coming home to a leaking ceiling that first time was not so much....
Love,
(Great)Aunt Linda

Angela said...

Love to fantasize! Then after spilled milk and tripping over toys I wake up.
I just had surgery last Friday and I actually asked if they could keep me under for a bit longer. They told me, "This isn't vacation!"

ashley said...

the perfect hotel for you would be the broadmoor--- have you stayed there yet? you must--- all by yourself!!