Mommy Moments

So I recently have had the pleasure to binge watch Grey’s Anatomy and catch up to the current season 12 from when I stopped watching years ago… long about season 5. Now being completely up to date I have learned (spoiler alert) that Meredith’s McDreamy husband, Derek, takes a job in Washington DC doing some sort of breakthrough brain mapping thing and Meredith refuses to move. Being a bi-coastal married couple/parents they have to make time to go back and forth to see each other. Meredith decides that she is going to jump on a plane and fly there to surprise Derek while her newly found half sister is home watching her two kids. Instead of getting on the plane, Meredith ends up getting a hotel at the airport and doesn’t tell anyone and spends the weekend alone in a hotel ordering room service and jumping up and down on the bed like a trampoline in her underwear. Derek calls to talk to Meredith and her half sister ends up lying for her because she has no idea where Meredith is and ends up jumping to the conclusion that she was cheating on Derek when obviously she wasn’t. She ends up explaining all of the hotel room service and bed jumping to her half sister and they are copasetic.

Why am I recapping this? Because right when I saw this I was in the midst of having to book a solo trip to Las Vegas and deciding to take a night flight and just stay one night in a hotel near the airport or take advantage of a very low rate on a super duper nice resort with a spa and stay the extra night and just fly home first thing Saturday morning and be home by lunch. Meredith explained how she need to just be her. Her “person” and best friend Christina had moved to Switzerland to run her own hospital and although they still talk it obviously can’t be the same. Meredith needed time to just be her. Not a mom. Not a wife. Just Meredith.

I certainly do not have the same stresses as a surgeon and mother of two, but having now become a mom for the first time and having to navigate a job, wifely duties, and mommy duties, I feel like I can relate on some level. The days of just being “you” are over – at least for a while. So is it selfish to take two nights and just be me? Is it selfish to be alone in a hotel/resort with your book, a giant hotel room, and big king sized bed to jump on? Yes. For two whole nights, yes. It took me one night to realize this. I can firmly say that I missed my little family the very first night, despite the glorious pizza and huge hotel room tub. I needed an afternoon. Perhaps a late afternoon into evening where I can come home and the baby is sound asleep and I can crawl into my own bed and have my furry children asleep at the foot of it. I missed them. I missed them all. I did not miss the dishes and laundry though. No one misses that crap.