I’ve been a bit indulgent lately. Long baths. Lots of books. Chocolate chip cookies. Lazy days. Lots of sleep.
A part of me rallies against this, well, selfishness. That would be the part of the whole Supermom syndrome with which a lot of us are afflicted. Its main symptoms: the need to be all, do all, and be happy while doing it.
But there’s another part of me that just craves the selfishness every so often. The need to, for just a while, be by myself. In a bath. Or with a book. Blocking out homework, chauffeuring, lunch-making, phone calls, bills…life. It’s almost like a stress-free recuperation after everything kind of piles up.
This indulgence won’t last. It can’t. This is the real world. But for now…I’m enjoying (esp. the cookies).
What's your favorite indulgence?
PS: Just finished Face Time by Hank Phillippi Ryan. Very, very good. Can wholeheartedly recommend it.