Or is it the introvert in me?
The introvert that loves her family. Loves her friends. Loves having her house full of people and her calendar full of events.
But the introvert in me that has been desperate for quiet.
While my dream was to go to a hotel, armed with a stack of books, magazines, my ipod and Starbucks giftcards, with the thought of going to the movies alone, but mostly with the possibility of sleeping uninterrupted, perhaps even past 6am... A cute tiny human has other plans for me. Plans that require I be gone no more than four hours away from him at all times.
So my husband, the epitome of an extrovert, knew what I needed. Even though he doesn't completely understand it, and frankly thinks it's pretty weird...
Sent me off with a new pair of Toms and money with strict instructions to spend on myself.
By Yo'self Day was born.
I ate lunch alone.
And liked it.
I wandered shops alone.
I made some returns.
I did a little Christmas shopping.
Uninterrupted being the key word here.
I bought some treats.
I wished I could buy some other treats.
I came home a better wife, mother and friend.
It might have been the best birthday ever.
In a weird sort of way.
If you had a By Yo'self Day, what would you do?
I'm already dreaming of the 24 hour version come 2012. I don't care if the hotel faces the freeway. Just as long as it has blackout curtains and is within a mile of Starbucks.