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Mom’s Fantasy: A Hotel Room of Her Own
Whether working inside or outside the home, the daydream is likely the same.
I finally caught up with an old friend of mine via e-mail last week. We both had babies around the same time last summer and have been busy taking care of them and their big sisters, so we hadn’t talked in a while.
As we volleyed messages back and forth, a mutual fantasy emerged: It turns out that we both have had daydreams of taking vacations all by ourselves. No kids. No spouses. No friends. Just time alone somewhere else, away from home and our usual day-to-day work and responsibilities.
For me, the daydream vacation is pretty simple: A nice hotel room of my own, just for a night. It doesn’t have to be anywhere special; it could just be somewhere in town, like Marriott’s Hunt Valley Inn, or the Chase Suite Hotel Hunt Valley. The location doesn’t matter – the solitude, however, does.
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There is no one else there with me in this fantasy; it’s just me, the TV remote, my Kindle and a nice meal, which I get to eat while sitting in a chair without the food getting cold because I’ve had to stand up 17 times to fetch chocolate milk, or “fresh water with ice in the princess cup,” or a bottle or yogurt or to cut up food on a kid-sized plastic plate.
The best part would be waking up in the morning on my own time, after sunrise, rather than in the dark to the sound of my daughter yelling, “Mama! Maaa-maa!” while briskly clapping her hands twice as if she was calling a servant.
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I’ve actually considered asking for this wish to be granted as a birthday gift next month, but I probably wouldn’t get it and I don’t think I could pull the trigger on asking for it, anyway. As sweet as the dream is, I’d probably spend the precious time alone thinking about the kids, wondering what they were doing and how my husband was holding up all alone on a Saturday with the both of them, exhausted and outnumbered, just like I would be if the roles were reversed.
So I guess the fantasy will remain just that for now. Maybe I should set my daydream sights on something more useful, like my daughter learning how to fetch her own cup of water.
