The Great Mom Strike of 2016 Day 1

Well, I didn’t really go on strike. But I did do something that was completely out of character. I took off down that highway and didn’t look back. Granted I booked it over three weeks ago, Got it free from the hotel because I was a frequent guest, planned my daughter’s lunches and organized my husband’s dinners. I picked a time that would be least offensive.  Heck I even picked the 29th of February–cause it was like the universe was giving me an extra day anyway!  But I laughed when I tried to get out of my little town.  I couldn’t exactly remember just where the turn off was.  How the heck do I get out of here.  A momentary confusion was immediately confronted with my survival skills–I switched lanes and made the turn in the nick of time. You see my husband generally drives so I spend my time taking selfies, talking to him about our plans or just daydreaming about our adventure.  I rarely actually pay attention to the road. Today, I took the driver’s seat.  And the road looked very different.  i can’t deny there wasn’t  a bit of anxiety.  Not as much as I had feared. But enough for me to keep telling myself, I can do this, I can do this. I AM Doing this.  Honestly, the little engine that could had it easier.

The basic idea is that I wanted to get away to focus on my book. To get it finally ready to send to Amazon.  As I drove here today, through mountains and desert, a complete three hours of solitary drive time, I was comforted by the fact that I could talk on the phone to my closet and dearest (my husband made the list). However, there were spots along the way where the cell service was completely gone.  I was completely alone. There was a moment of terror, and then all of a sudden I laughed.  Just like life.  Just when you most need someone or something, it’s not available–and you must rely on your own self.  Because the universe knows you don’t really need it.  You gotta go down this road on your alone–at least part of it.  There was something extraordinarily cleansing about this process. When I saw the familiar 3g appear or even better 4g I breathe a sigh of relief–but also of pride, for I knew that I had managed to get through all on my own.

I was giddy when I arrived, so giddy that instead of going to my hotel immediately,  I took a detour to a favorite restaurant. I sat and quietly had lunch, reading emails and catching up on some news. When I arrived at the hotel a full three hours before check in, I hauled my 4 pieces of luggage (yes I over pack–even for a two night stay) into the lobby and laughingly said to the lady at registration “I’m ridiculously early, but I’m just letting you know I’m here”.  She smiled and said “You’re in luck, I can get into your room immediately.”  I took a nap, awakened and then got right to work.  I had some dinner and did a little gambling (even won some money) but returned to my room and continued to quietly work away.

Sometimes by going on strike we end up in a stronger bargaining postion. The thing with Moms is that there isn’t a union representative or mediator. We must be our own lobbyist and advocates. The only Table we will approach is our own dining room table.  But it looks different when you haven’t had to set it for a few days 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

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