Cub Free Weekend

I believe that somewhere along this blogging journey I have shared that I have an amazing support system. If I have not then let me say it here and now; I have an AMAZING support system. My cub is almost two years old and has never been cared for by a stranger or sitting service. Why? Because anytime the husband and I have needed some grown up time, his myriad of aunts and his loving grandparents have stepped in and cared for our wonderful boy in our absence. This is definitely something that I don't take for granted as I am well aware of the poor couples out there that rarely have a date night or a moment to exhale.

Well last week was hectic to say the least and by the middle of the week I felt overwhelmed. God immediately came through for me in the form of my awesome mother. She called me, on her own I need to stress, and said "I want Tony to come to my house and stay over this weekend". What did she just say? You don't need permission to do that. Just tell me how long to pack for. OK don't judge me. I am a four months pregnant over worked woman right now. So, the plan was for Tony to spend the ENTIRE weekend with grandma and his cousins while momma bear and papa bear did ___________. I shall fill in the blank. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. That's right people. Our cub free weekend consisted of us:

1. Staying up late watching nonsense television (Well, the husband did this. I promptly passed out on the couch some time after 10:00 p.m. as is customary)
2. Sitting on the couch watching nonsense television.
3. Eating like college students and letting the dishes pile up like one too.
4. Sleeping past 7:00 a.m. ( I actually slept to 9:00 a.m. on both Saturday and Sunday).

Oh the absolute joy. I really did need the mini-break my mother afforded us. I can't stress enough the importance of what others call "me time". I don't really call it "me time". I prefer to think of it as time to just exist. We play so many roles throughout the day-mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter, employee, employer-that we forget to just be Cassandra. Yes Cassandra is all those things and they are just a part of me but there is also a part of me that exists that doesn't want to think, plan, execute. It simply just wants to be. It wants to lay in the bath tub surrounded by bubbles and not a care in the world. It wants to pick up a violin and strum a melody while every thought in its mind is silenced by the sweet music. It wants to paint and sip wine knowing that it doesn't matter if its understood. It  just wants to exist. So I got to do a a lot of that weekend given that football season is cranking back up. I left the husband downstairs with our college buddy and I went to my room where I did nothing but exist. It was a great cub free weekend.