Ever since Evan was born, both DH and I try to get out on the weekends on our own. This is basically meant to be a break – to get out of the house, and away from the parenting thing for a while. But, is going grocery shopping or running to Home Depot to pick up a filter for the furnace really a break? I don’t think so.
I also have a hard time taking breaks when I’m at home. When DH gets home from work, he is awesome. He takes Evan right away and pretty much takes care of him until bed time. Even then, I feel like I don’t get a break. How does that work?
Now, at this point I’m pretty much over feeling guilty for going out for an hour or two (so hopefully my friend will feel this way soon!), but it would be nice to have a real break. One idea for at-home breaks is to just go upstairs for an hour and do whatever (read, knit, nap). The only problem here is I like to spend time with DH in the evenings, and this would take away from it. I certainly need to get an out-of-the-house break. Maybe a pedicure is in order?