*** And maybe I will . . .
** I realize this is an enormous luxury. I also realize that some may judge me as a full-time working mother who is purposely skipping out on the bedtime routine one night per week. Ahh well.
So. One of the things I finally (FINALLY!) got around to doing was to set up a weekly 'free night'. Since I'm on evening/bedtime duty* with the kids each weeknight, I just wanted one night where I . . . wasn't. So Thursdays are mine**. I often have this nagging sense that I am always rushing from one checkbox to the next; that my life lacks space and margin. So this is my attempt to mandate that I make some.
The thing is . . ummm . . .I don't know what I want to do with it. It is Thursday at 6:20pm and I am writing this post! The kids are covered until 8 or 9, so I could do any number of things. So far, though, until writing this I've just defaulted to work (my "results" box in our electronic medical record was getting to a state of overflow that makes me uneasy). But I feel like this is missing the point. That stuff is the urgent, rather than the important. I am constantly in that mode, and one main purpose of this night was to get out of it.
One issue is that evening is NOT when I want to do any deep thinking. I have some longer-term work projects that I could tackle, but after a full day of patient care/notes/etc my brain just isn't ready for that right now. What I really would like is to hit a wine bar with a friend, with Josh, or even with a book***. Actually, even better would be my own couch -- but (obviously) that wouldn't work.
What would you do with a night off/week?
* Don't get me wrong; sometimes Josh gets home and helps, but usually C is asleep by then. And I am the designated parent to arrive home to relieve our nanny by 6 pm, which just works better for our schedules.