I am letting you all in on my dirty little secret. Spread the word carefully. This isn’t to be shared with just anyone.
But every once in a while … I take a Mommy Ditch Day.
I don’t tell anyone. I get up and get ready like a normal day. I take the kids to daycare. I preschedule the PTO as private at work. And when the kids are running off to their teachers, I laugh to myself and take off in my minivan.
I don’t have plans. I don’t do anything fancy. And I certainly don’t do anything productive like throwing in a load of laundry or running an errand. Those kinds of things are not allowed on Mommy Ditch Day.
I don’t allow friends or my husband to come along. If they want a ditch day, they can schedule their own!
This day is for me.
It’s for my mental health.
I go to the movies alone. I get takeout and eat a warm meal all by myself. I order the largest, fluffiest coffee possible. I lay in bed. I watch movies like The Notebook and Cinderella. I eat candy bars in bed and get manicures.
(Although manicures are bordering on work related and may be cut from my list of approved activities).
I read juicy good books. I scroll my phone without guilt. I lay in my bed and take up all the space. All of it. I stare at the ceiling and enjoy the silence. I sit on my patio and drink a beer. The entire beer before it gets warm.
When the “work” day is over, I go and pick up my kids like I had a long day at work. No one knows the difference.
And there is so much power in my dirty little secret.
When I had children, I felt a sincere loss of freedom. Someone always needs something from me. Drop offs, pick ups, food planning, work deadlines. You know the drill. You feel it too.
But for eight hours I have a bit of freedom back.
I came across this dirty little secret during a bout of the stomach flu. I was so excited to get the flu once. Sounds crazy, right? But when you have the stomach flu no one bothers you. No one wants to be near you. I stayed in bed all day and read an entire book. It felt so good that I didn’t care that I had to throw up every few chapters.
And that’s when I gave myself the Mommy Ditch Day.
It’s amazing. You should try it.
I am considering breaking my no friends rule for Mommy Ditch Day this year. The movie Bad Moms comes out this summer. I think you should join me. We will all show up in our work clothes armed with water bottles filled with margaritas (hidden in our giant mom purses, of course).
I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.