My Book Club Moment

standard May 9, 2007 2 responses

Last Wednesday was a rough day. My pregnancy hormones were all over the map. My phantom pain was bothering me. I was missing my friends and feeling homesick. Basically I was a bit of a wreck. By the time 5pm rolled around I was ready to call it a day, especially when M called me to ask if I could pick C up because he had a late meeting. I had hoped to get an hour or so to myself before my book club meeting, but instead I was on sole parenting duty until it was time for me to leave. To say that I was on the verge of bagging the whole evening out is putting it lightly.
When M came home C was fed, bathed and ready for bed. I was pretty close to calling it a night, but I bullied myself into getting into the car and driving North. I missed Book Club the month before and, as the “leader” of the group, I figured I really should attend. So I went.
One phone call later, to get the correct house number, I finally walked in to the gorgeous home of the mom hosting the group. Ten or so women huddled around a coffee table, some held a glass of wine, some had a cookie in their hands, each looked happy to be there. I stood on the outskirts for a minute until a friend looked up and saw me. She waved me over and pointed to a seat next to her. I gripped my bunch of grapes and headed into the fray. Instantly I was pulled into the witty conversation taking place. In no time at all I forgot that I was tired and cranky and remembered why I joined this group in the first place.
We chatted for a few more minutes and finally focused on the book. The conversation flowed from person to person, each one adding a fascinating element to the discussion. The participants are all well read. They come from all corners of the world and each had a different take on the story. For an hour I was able to use my brain and think about something other than sippy cups or photocopies. I felt smart and witty again and, even though I didn’t get home until 10pm, I felt rejuvenated. I’m glad I forced myself to go, I needed the pick-me-up. Now all I have to do is remember how good it felt when I drag my heels again next month.

This post was inspired by The Moment movement over at Maya’s Mom. Go visit to discover how other moms are spending some time taking care of themselves.

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