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I can’t remember when exactly it started, but I definitely remember why. I’m an introvert, you see. So when I became a mom I found my personal space totally invaded. Gone were the days where I didn’t have a little person follow me everywhere-even into the restroom. As a stay-at-home mom, I find nearing the end of the day, I need some time to be alone. I love my children very much and I love being loved by them; but sometimes I’m ready to tear my hair out.
Many years ago, in the effort of conserving space in the bathroom with little storage, I placed all my nail polishes, bubble baths, face masks, etc in a black purse I rarely used. One particularly trying evening when my husband got home from work, he noticed how frazzled I was. (He likely figured it out from some evil eye or outlandish comment about dinner I gave him.) He walked into the bedroom, retrieved the bag, handed it to me and said, “Disappear with this and I don’t want you to come out for at least 30 minutes!” It was said lovingly, but somehow I balked at the idea of taking time for me.
Jump ahead to a couple of days ago. My husband walked in the door, something in my look told him what I needed. He handed me the old skeleton key to the downstairs bed/bathroom and said something along the lines of ‘go have yourself a black bag moment’. I take liberty in “quoting” what he said but it was something along those lines. Anyway, I lingered in a Black Amethyst scented bubble bath, after which I polished my toenails and lathered on the same-scented lotion-all before 6:36pm. I’ve gotten better about taking time for me but I really should take more advantage of those “black bag moments”.
Oh and for those of you wondering, yes, I do have a rubber duck in my bath! We’re never too old to be a kid sometimes.
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"Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere." C. S. Lewis
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