Yup.....I ran away.....with my kids. It was a bad morning that got worse. The older child had a temperature and I decided she should stay home, the younger one......took 15 minutes to get dressed...with help. I asked nicely, I pleaded, I begged. Finally once she had her clothes on to go to school.......she dragged her feet to the front hall to get shoes on........I snapped!
"That's it, we aren't going to school....go sit down!" Tears ensued from youngest. Hubby had just arrived downstairs from
his slumber, he had no idea what I had just gone through.
Then we fought! He insisted I take her, I refused, he called me bad names, he went to get dressed.....I cried. Soft, warm, salty, quiet years rolled down my cheeks as I began to tidy to playroom. The disaster of a room with too many toys was my tiny outlet of tears.
They rolled silently down my face again and again. My youngest asked what was wrong......and I tried to explain that I was trying to be a good mom, take them to school, pack nice snacks, etc. and she won't go to school on time and learn all the new and fun things in kindergarten. We cuddled for a short time.
Hubby left for work, and by mid afternoon when I couldn't take it anymore. I left my house and went to my mothers. I didn't answer my phone, I turnd off the ringer. I was hurt, sad, mad, angry, tired, and lonely.
I felt a slight pang of guilt, but I was angry. I felt free being without communication with Hubby. I finally text him around 6:30 telling him we were all ok, and we'd be home for bedtime. I also said I didn't want to talk to him as I was still very angry with him.
Once we returned home, itoolk the kids up to bed and mentioned to Hubby I wasn't going to talk to him until I was calm and I did everything I needed to do to prepare for the next day (lunch bags, get out their clothes,etc)
I was still angry and hurt that night. And it felt great to finally feel all my emotions and act on them how I wanted to. Running away for the day to a warm, safe and inviting place felt great........
And I'd be glad to do it again.