My Mother's Day Weekend

I had a great Mother's Day!! It was spent with my husband and kids (like its suppose to be, I guess). On Saturday, Grady gave me the opportunity to go do whatever I wanted to do. I was thrilled- so after lunch I headed out to do whatever a 25 year old, stay-at-home mom does without her kids. As I was backing out of the driveway I thought to myself "what AM I going to do?" I really needed to go to the store-- we were about out of milk and WHAT was I going to cook for supper!?! I started mentally making a grocery list and was headed to Wal-Mart... Halfway there something came over me--Stop, this isn't what you WANT to be doing-- a faint voice said inside my head. I haven't heard that voice in a long time; I almost didn't recognize it. So, I turned around and went to Hobby Lobby.

*Side note*
Now going to Hobby Lobby may not be a THRILL to a lot of people BUT think about this-- this store is one place no one takes their kids to (due to all the breakables, I guess)-- this store is quiet and plays this soft music that could almost put you to sleep as you walk around looking at nothing in particular. No WOMAN (cause you hardly ever see a man in Hobby Lobby) ever seems to be in a hurry while browsing through the isle in THIS store-- I believe that if they put beds in the back of Hobby Lobby store it would be a mini vacation for moms. Heaven on Earth!!

I walked around for about an hour making mental notes of little projects I could do with the kids this summer. Thinking Connor would love this- Kaylee would like that- Ansley would look cute in this... Then, I left AGAIN wondering WHERE do I go next-- I started on my way home, drove around the block AND my phone rang-- that little voice in my head spoke again-- if its Grady tell him your not coming home yet-- sure enough it was him (apart of me was relieved-- he needed me) BUT he only wanted me to get him something to drink before I came home. I now had a mission...

Why is it so hard for moms to do something nice for themselves? Why do we secretly feel guilty when we buy an article of clothing for us instead of for our kids?