Selfish Mama?

Today is a beautiful day. Truly. Sun is out, a light breeze is caressing the banana trees ( a relief after the onslaught of the infamous Black South Easter) and the birds are chirping in the said trees. And I am at home. Alone. On my own. All is quiet except for the hum of the computer, and the chirping birds. Bliss. And where is L, you ask? My beautiful gorgeous, cutest of cute boy toddler is at creche. No, I have not kept him home or have plans to fetch him early. I am enjoying some peace and quiet, not to mention more than 5 minutes to sit my ass down before having to run after L or save him from falling off chairs that he has decided to use as step ladders to climb onto tables. 
Some may say "But you are being selfish! Your child needs as much time with you as you can give him! You are his mother, you can't not want to spend time with your child!". Lay the guilt trip on, slap it on real thick. But I don't care. Bad mommy. Insert frowny smiley here_____.
My excuses are:
1. I need to be available should my employer call me in.
Okay, today that reason would not fly as I have had to take the day off anyway to have my aging car examined for a sneaky oil leak. So i couldn't go to work even if I wanted to.

2. I need to be free to continue with my Face booking, gardening, cleaning, freelance work.
One cannot work with an inquisitive restless 2 year old wanting to be entertained.

3. He loves school!
He is the man, the rock star, the Dude of his pre-school class. How can I deny L the joy of interacting with his mates, kissing the girls in the castle and charming the teachers???

Truth is, I enjoy my quiet time, I need my quiet time, time to catch up with work, to make sure my home is in a semi decent shape, time to tend to my garden (my only hobby) and time to find Me again.
If you are a new mom you may have noticed that time for yourself is non-existent, except for maybe a few stolen moments on the loo, woohoo. Even then little bodies threaten to bash the door down in their curiosity to see what Mama is doing all on her own in there...the cheek.

So, you can try guilting me into feeling bad about not rushing off to collect my darling son, shame, leaving him there just pining for me... but it ain't going to work.
Besides making sure dinner is made and we can all eat together, putting another load of washing on so that we all can have clean clothes to wear, cleaning the kitchen so that it isn't overrun by ants, doing extra freelance design so that I can make sure there are nappies on hand (or rather on bum) and most bills are paid, I take a little time out to write this, my first blog :)

So sue me.