I went out today for the first time since Owen was born. Well ok, not really, I've been to the grocery store and Target while Chris was home and the kids were napping, and Chris and I have gone out together once or twice and I even made it for a pedicure a couple of months ago, but this was the first extended outing with no kids and no errands. I went with my mom and sister-in-law to get pedicures and then to lunch. And it was wonderful - nice to see them without constant demands from the children, nice to eat a meal where I didn't have to get up eight times to fetch additional milk or grapes, nice to keep my shirt on for nearly four straight hours.
And then, nice to be home in time to jump in the wading pool with Mia and Chris, nice to have missed out on trying to cajole Mia into eating lunch, and nice to be back to see Owen's first ever back to front roll over, which landed him face down in the grass and was he ever pissed.
And suddenly, I have reserves of patience that have been missing for months. It's easy to forget, but sometimes there is no better way to be a better mother than to get the hell away from your kids for a while.