Cessna In Flight

Right now, I am here in a coffee shop all by my lonesome. My two older kids are in school, I left the youngest with my mom, and my husband just left to see a client. “Wouldn’t you be bored?” he asked.

Bored? I needed this hour.

Working people need coffee breaks and snack breaks and to get off from their jobs at 5 and to take VLs. I love my home and my family like you have no idea. But in a way, loving them means work. And I am at work 24/7 – Bunso sleeps beside me, and sometimes Ate and Kuya as well, so I’m at work even in slumber, because in the middle of the night I put arms and legs away from torsos and faces.

Don’t get me wrong – I love this job. It’s a crazy job and I don’t have a name for it – stay-at-home mom no longer fits and work-at-home mom fails to capture everything – and I love it. But yes, I admit I could use a break too.

I need it. I think the last time I had it was last September – and it wasn’t even planned. I had to attend a workshop so I had to spend lunch hour alone.

This is my first time in a very long time to seek an hour just for me. My notebook, my pen, my laptop, a hot cup of coffee and me.

For one hour, there will be no thought of chores. No grocery list to plan. No school projects to make. No crying baby to soothe. No quarrels to referee. No article to write. No proposal to draft. No business plans.

For one hour, I will play. Blog. Read horoscopes. Read jokes. Write meaningless thoughts. Watch people. Daydream. Remember. Imagine.