Written by Emily
Just recently, I had the most euphoric sensation. No, Mom, you do not need to stop reading. Let me set the stage.
The sun was shining (read: it was daytime and not the middle of the night when all of the children were fast asleep and my eyes were fighting a tired burning). Sylvie was napping. Chloe was inside her imaginary world where a polar bear, “Pokapontus,” a small green army man and a tiny stuffed tiger coexist and find themselves in curious situations. Noah was with Daddy. And I was sitting on the comfy sectional in the playroom, the one that’s big enough for every member of our family to lounge without touching each other–not that that practice happens often as it would require stillness, but it could. There I was sitting amid throw pillows and blankets, sipping a mug of coffee with too much cream when I noticed it. In front of me was a pile of unread magazines, the ones I continue to buy each month in desperate hope for a moment like this one. The clouds parted, rays of sunshine reached their arms onto the coffee table, and angels sang, “Ahhhhhhh.” Cue harps.
That was it. That was my unexpected moment. Sitting + a pile of unread magazines+ a cup of coffee with too much cream= euphoria. Well, that and the fact that I was not also surrounded by a pile of laundry to fold and three children who were using me as their personal jungle gym.
I became giddy inside at the mere thought of curling up on the couch in broad daylight with a new magazine on my lap, turning its glossy pages over in my hands, smelling the perfume samples, dreaming up outings for which I could wear cheap, knock-off versions of the designer duds draped over the skeletal models.
And that’s what I did. I had an unforeseen respite, and it was lovely. It was a little escape without the complications of finding a sitter, or putting together an outfit or worrying about anything really. It was amazing. *SIGH*
I made it halfway through one magazine before life summoned me. But I was ready. I had had a moment to recharge and refresh. Moms need this every now and again–everyone needs this, I think. It may not look like mine, all gift-wrapped in sunshine and tucked inside the pages of a magazine, but we find it or it finds us exactly like we need it. And we feel revived.
So, until next time, Marie Claire and Real Simple and Glamour, until next time. I know where to find you. I’ll bring the coffee.