This summer, my three kids spent several weeks with my parents in their home in Connecticut. For the kids, this is an amazing time when they bond with their grandparents and get away from the city. For my husband and me, this is an amazing time to spend a few weeks focusing on work, spending kid-free time together, and getting a break from the day to day bustle of life with kids.
This summer I realized another bonus: that I could be HOME ALONE! Yes, you heard what I said. At home with no kids, no husband, no nanny -- no one but me!
For people without kids, the simple pleasure of being in your own home with no one else around may not seem that exciting but for a mom who never (and I really mean never) gets to be home alone, this simple pleasure is on par with fancy dinners, spa days, and juicy beach reads. Being home alone is one of the most delightful experiences of my life as a mom.
When it first dawned on me that I could be home alone for hours at a time, I felt like the little kid from the movie Home Alone when he first realized that his family had disappeared during holiday break. I wanted to sit in my pajamas, eat potato chips, and watch movies all day.
Of course, I had other things to do and couldn’t spend hours on movie marathons but during the two weeks when I had a few hours at home with no one else, I started to think about how rare and important alone time is.
There’s something peaceful and rejuvenating about being in your own home when no one else is there. And it’s different to be home alone rather than other places alone. I am alone in my office a lot but that’s different. I try to get along time by going to the spa or going to a bookstore but that too is different – it doesn’t last for long and I’m not in my own private space.
As working moms, I wish we could have more times home alone. Not just quiet time after the kids are in bed but real time – hours when we are not exhausted, can have the freedom and comfort of home, and just enjoy the special place that we have built. I think many of us are looking for the chance to let our hair down and if not literally but figuratively sit on the couch and watch a movie marathon.
In the months since summer, I have counted the hours when I have been home alone. I don’t think I’ve hit 5 hours yet. I don’t know if I’ll add any more hours until next summer but there’s no question that I’m already anticipating my two week break and the bliss of my time home alone.