The other night, we had dinner with a group of friends. My husband was driving and we were blocks from home, but I had one too many. Okay, more than one too many.
I didn’t get sick, I didn’t have a hangover, so I guess by Milwaukee standards, I was fine….
But really, I was not fine.
I was emotional.
Once we got home, insecurities bubbled to the surface, and my poor husband had to deal with them. (By the way, he dealt with them like a pro, so if anyone’s husband wants tips, look him up.)
I rambled, and I tripped over my words. The verbal vomit came faster than I think either of us could really keep up with.
What it all boiled down to, however, was this:
Most days, I cannot for the life of me, see the girl I used to be.
And you know what the sad thing is? For all the loathing and self-doubt I experienced pre-kids, I’m realizing now that that girl was pretty freaking phenomenal. I know why my husband fell in love with that girl.
But she’s gone, and he’s left with this perpetually exhausted, touched-out, hot mess shell of who she used to be.
He doesn’t get my A- game.
In fact, I’m not even sure I have an A-game anymore. These days, I think he’s lucky if he gets my C-game.
And that’s not fair. To either of us.
I want to be beautiful, not just for my husband, not even for my kids, but for myself. Is that selfish?
He is unwavering in his love and support and our relationship remains strong. Still, I want better for us. I want him to have the girl he married. Selfishly, I want to have that sparkle again. I want to be capable of wonderful conversations. I’m sick of feeling guilty when I spend time or energy on myself.
I need Me back.
I know this is just a season of life. Well-meaning strangers remind me daily that “they grow up so fast,” and I know the time will finally come when I can take a shower every day and wear clothes without someone else’s bodily fluids on them.
But I’m sick of waiting. It’s time for me to reclaim myself, and I’m inviting you to reclaim yourself right along with me. We deserve to be taken care of, and that starts with ourselves.
Share your self-care moments using the hashtag #mkembselfcare. Maybe if we all put taking care of ourselves out there, we’ll do it more, and other moms will be comfortable taking care of themselves too.