What about Meeeeeeee?

It’s been a bit of a stressful 12 hours in the 40 year olds house.  Valentines day/night wasn’t filled with a romantic meal or intimate whispers.  We seemed to have decided to row on valentines evening, about everything and nothing. A bit of a shame.  I blame the hubby – but then I would wouldn’t I?

I think one of the things I’m finding a little bit annoying is today’s “Me day”.  For those of you on twitter, you may be aware that for my birthday present this year my husband rather cleverly chose a selection of gifts that were designed to be used on one day (today) to give me a bit of “me” time.

picture courtesy of kmmccabe

picture courtesy of kmmccabe

I have a Clarins voucher booked for 11am today.  I have a Next and a H&M voucher to spend. I was given a book I wanted and a Red Magazine (subscription to follow) and the whole day to do with as I pleased…………..how lovely.

There is a catch. Of course there is a catch, there always is.  Last week hubby casually mentioned that he had a conference call at 4pm. “You’ll be back by 4 though, won’t you?”  Ummm, so now I have a deadline.  Ideally I would need to leave at 3 then, because that’s the school run time and I’ll be a bit slower.  So not a whole day then.  I wasn’t best pleased, but then he got stressed.  It’s a call related to a big job that is worth a lot of money and he’s stressed about it as it is.  After a mini debate I said it shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not ideal though.

I get home last night and he tells me he’s now got a casting at midday in London.  No panic, he’s found a mate who’s going to babysit The Monster whilst he’s in the casting. However, I could help by taking Pickle to school.  There goes the lie in.  So sandwiched somewhere in this day is some time for me.  I shouldn’t complain.  It’s hardly the hubby’s fault. He has a very unpredictable job (acting) and both the real acting work, the stuff he loves, is VERY unpredictable, the corporate acting work, which helps pay the bills, can be equally restrictive.  However, where does that leave me?

Hubby gets to go out in the evenings a lot. I’m happy for him to do so. He has lots of pockets of friends and he enjoys socialising. I don’t quite as much, so I’m happy at home with the tv and twitter.  He goes on lots of boys trips, because he’s proactive and so are his friends and they enjoy getting away.  The girls just don’t do this. We suffer guilt for leaving children behind and we’re too busy just trying to get through our working day to be able to focus on arranging something. We are our own worst enemies.

About 6 months ago, when I really got into the blogging (albeit still secretly) I asked for some time on a Sunday morning to surf the internet and do “my stuff”. No problem, said hubs. However, something always gets in the way.  A weekend away, visitors, a kids party. I used to kick up a fuss. I’ve given up now. I snatch moments when I can.  Hardly luxurious.  He gets to have time upstairs “working”.  Caught in the act watching a you tube video of an off the wall comedy show, isn’t really being caught in the act when you’re an actor and you are looked after by a comedy agency….it’s part of his job, being in the know.  Sounds rather nice though doesn’t it.  Obviously he’s often learning scripts, doing invoices, but I’d rather enjoy it.

Today, I’ve had to put in a quick wash. Friday is grown up washing day. It’s not going to magically do itself and we have visitors on Sunday, so today and tomorrow and the only days I have to do the whole family’s washing.  It’ll be more stressful not doing it.

So, “me time”? Pah!  I will enjoy my day today and try not to be panicked by my looming departure deadline.  Must make the most of it.  It’ll probably be my last opportunity for a long time.

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About freefallinginto40

I am 40 years old. I blog about how I'm coping with my "new" age at www.freefallinginto.com . I'm a married mother to two after years of infertility. I have a 6 year old called Pickle and a 3 year old called The Monster. I work 4 days a week. We are also planning a move to the country! I blog about that at www.ourmovetothecountry.wordpress.com
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11 Responses to What about Meeeeeeee?

  1. Well I hope you enjoy it anyhow. I have learned – the hard way – that no- one gives you this time – that you have to take it – and the more you do that – the more sane you feel and the more you do it! I hope today serves as just the beginning of you time xx

    • Thankyou. You are so right! I’m really rubbish at making the time, but maybe I should just book an hour to sit in a coffee shop sometime, so even when I have no money, I’m still getting some time.

  2. Ruth says:

    *rolls eyes*

    Enjoy the bit of time that you do get to yourself. And make sure that it’s him who sticks the wet washing in the dryer..,

  3. hattydaze says:

    Men just seem to manage their me time that much better. As Anya said above, keep on taking it, you and we all deserve it!

  4. Melksham Mum says:

    Grrrr. I so get this. Currently I am home with a glass of wine and leftover meatballs while the OH is at the pub having popped in on his way home’. He doesn’t get my annoyance at this and tells me I need to plan something. PLAN something as I cannot just do things on a whim like he can! Impossible. Grrr. Sorry for hijacking you for a moan 😉 x

  5. Don’t start me! We had a row on Valentines Day too. About his inability to let me know his schedule so I can fit a bit of ‘me’ time in around having 4 kids. In the end he pissed me off so much that before he got home I ate the expensive truffles I bought for him for Valentine’s Day and the ones I couldn’t eat I gave to the dog.

  6. Just wanted to say LOL to giving the dog truffles.

    Also it’s not that they manage ME time better they just take it.

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