Out in my high heals

Most days I don't leave the house unless it's to the post office or the grocery store. Going out the front door two feet to pick up an Amazon package doesn't really count much. I've been stuck inside so much that my solar powered watch won't even keep time now.

Tonight, however, my husband surprised me by without warning told me to go to the store to buy drinks for us while he had the kids at home and got dinner in the oven. He even helped me "get ready" by suggesting I put on some lipstick and high heals to go with my red dress and tights. 💃

It was nice to be out of the house and not with the kids. Sure I only drove to buy drinks and come right home. Yes it was probably controlled. But I still felt seen and I felt important. I wasn't going out as "Mom". I was going out as Me. Maybe slowly I can be more Me and less Mom. I have my own identity outside of the roles I play.