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Where do I fit in?

15 Oct
12 hours in 90s

12 hours in 90s (Photo credit: Astro Guy)

So once a year the doctor makes women come in and remember to take care of themselves. Some women avoid making this appointment at all and others do it obligatory but complain about the whole process. When I made my appointment this year I was excited to get out of the house…alone…for me time. Yep! You heard me right! The word Pap smear is now associated with ME TIME?

So sad are the lives of the stay at home parent when you honestly feel like that. Even worse is that my appointment resulted in 3 more appointments thus far. I asked about some moles at that appointment. So I got two more appointments, removal and stitch removal. They were benign. I had my body altered for nothing, but they found cells that indicate they could have turned into something, so it was a good thing.

Fast forward past trying to keep a 1 year old off stitches and from picking at my wounds to about 2 months later when one of them hasn’t healed. Now I’ve already managed to take my husband and baby to 2 appointments on his days off and I have to schedule yet another appointment to have this thing checked out. But when? I’ve already far surpassed my Mommy allotted away from the house time, for like the next TWO YEARS! Does that seem a little exaggerated? If it does you are NOT the typical stay at home parent. You must live in a more functional universe than any SAHP that I’ve ever met.

So this morning I found myself, during fall break vacation when we should have some sleeping in, I’m getting up at 6 a.m. to get to an appointment I’ve made at 7:50 a.m. I can barely function to make coffee this early in the morning. My husband is staying with the two boys but has to leave the house no later than 8:50 a.m. to get to work. It’s a gamble that the doctor’s office will see me in time. This time, the gamble worked. If the antibiotics work I’ll be done with my “me time.” Which, by the way, I’m no longer excited for my “me” time. I’m tired of this particular brand of torture. If they don’t work, I get to go back for more shots. I’m so thankful that all this preventative health care was so quick and painless.

So what have I learned? I’ve learned that there is more time available for me to be away from the house than I first thought. Its amazing how time suddenly became available for me when it was medically necessary. I wasn’t making time for ME to fit into the works. I’m going to be taking more time for me, sans the needles and stitches and horrible waiting rooms.

Next year, when I schedule that annual visit, I hope I dread it. I hope it’s obligatory and seems a waste of my time. I honestly hope I’ve learned to take more me time for enjoyment so that I can be a better me for my family. I also hope that I never hear the words mole removal aimed at me again. 🙂

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