I am a stay-at-home mom with a twist–I don’t have any children.
This begs a question (among others, I’m sure):
What do stay-at-home moms without any children do?
(When you find an answer, let me know.)
Well, we clean (sometimes). We eat. We paint. We read books. We browse online. We teach. We take our husbands their lunch. We cook. We talk on the phone. We watch other people’s kids. We drive folks around. We do the church bulletin. We grocery shop. We read blogs. We help in a pinch. We scheme. We write.
Actually, believe it or not, we keep rather busy (most of the time), and by and large we can reach the end of our days feeling (moderately) productive.
There is one segment of time that plagues stay-at-home moms without any children everywhere. Thumb-twiddling time, I think they call it–otherwise known as the minutes after which the husband may reasonably be expected to arrive home and before which he actually does.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining about this thumb twiddling time. I’m just saying that it is a segment of time that I find almost impossible to use productively, because it is a segment of time for which I know not the length and thus for which I cannot plan to fill.
Supper is ready and either 1) simmering on the stove or 2) warming in the oven.
I don’t dare place any phone calls, just in case the minute I ring through is the minute my heart’s true love walks through my front door. “Oh, hi, long-lost-friend, how you doing, it’s been so long since we talked, it was so good to catch up, but I gotta go, bye.” Ummm…no.
Here’s what I’ve discovered about my own personal twiddle time:
- It’s good writing time. By 5:30pm, my brain has had all day to stretch, exercise, sweat, die, come back to life, and concoct a few million marvelous schemes. All that possibly remains is to spill the beans.
- It’s good cleaning time…because there is a defined end. This is different than a defined length of time, which I can rarely stick to. I’ve tried. I don’t know–there’s just something about a limited time amount of unknown length. It’s like playing Taboo or something–man, I can get my groove on.
- It’s good time to read a novel. If I’m not going to get anything done, anyway, then I don’t have to feel guilty about sneaking off to my favorite corner and curling up with a book of choice!
- It’s not a good time to fit in devotions. As per #1 above, my brain is usually running distractions about a million miles a minute. Plus I’m bouncing up and down to stir the soup. Plus I’m liable to be interrupted any minute, and I know that. Plus I’m listening for tires on the driveway. Of course, any time is better than no time, right? I won’t argue that. All I’m saying is that I better get my rear in gear much, much earlier in the day if I know what’s good for me.
- It’s a great time for a pity party. Except that there is never a good time for a pity party. So get some armor on, girl, and fight back.
- It’s gotten better. When we were first married, I would get so irked when Tim would be late (and not even call me, for crying out loud!). Dinner would be ruined, my evening plans for us shot, and I a peevish mess. But now I know that it’s not because he doesn’t want to come home. It’s because he just can’t. He HAS to finish his work. I also know that the last thing he needs to come home to after a really long and stressful day is a peevish mess. So even when I do get frustrated–I do my best to be over it by the time he calls to tell me he’s on his way.
Do you have twiddle time? How do you handle it?