Apparently, National Hermit Day is today, October 29th. Who knew?
When Eli over at Coach Daddy proposed that we celebrate the holiday together, how could I say no?
Eli does this cool thing where once a month he invites other blogger friends to answer a question in just six words. How would I celebrate National Hermit Day? Only 6 words?
My first thought: Who freaking stole all my kids?
For those that don’t know, I have 9 beautiful, crazy, silly, demanding kids. Our oldest is 15 1/2, and our youngest is 13 months old. (Yes, I know what causes it, we really don’t need a TV in our bedroom, and I definitely have my hands and heart full.) Here is a brief summary of the last 48 hours of my life—
Took oldest to a horse show, arranged transportation for several others to soccer and volleyball, sent hubby on his merry way with 4 kids for Nutcracker and a football game, fell asleep trying to say the rosary, watched a soccer game, went to 7:00 a.m. mass, did 5 loads of laundry, took a kid to the ER with an eye injury from fighting with her brother, packed 6 lunches (gluten-free), took my oldest to get her braces off,
played in the van wanted to poke my eyeballs out with 3 little ones waiting at the orthodontist, drove through Wendy’s, drove my oldest back to school, finished a load of cloth diapers, went grocery shopping, and ate several handfuls of chocolate chips. In addition, I made bacon and pancakes with a 1-year-old glued to my legs, peed on my 2-year-old’s head (that’s a new one), and pretended they all brushed their teeth and put on deodorant. Right now I am attempting to shower before going on a field trip with my 3rd grader.
This National Hermit Day thing really spoke to my heart because I tell my family at least once a month that I finally know what I’m going to be when I grow up—a cloistered nun. My husband seems to think the Church won’t allow it….
I sneak outta the house for the occasional Bunco night or to meet friends for a movie and a drink, but to have an entire 24 hours to myself, holed up as a hermit? I really had to think hard about this.
My final answer, in six words: Bon Jovi cranked, chocolate, wine, dancing.
Quite honestly, I would probably sleep 8 hours straight, then start the tipsy dancing. Halfway in, I would get lonely and call my husband to come join me. He would gladly celebrate National Hermit Day with me. I guess this would only happen if someone really did steal the kids because it’s super hard to find a babysitter.
Which leads me to my true, 100% for real answer: I wouldn’t want to be alone.
I love my life. I love people, I love my dysfunctional, loud, bickering kids. I especially love my husband, who makes me laugh harder, dream bigger, and yell louder than anyone else on Earth. I am thankful to God for every second I get in this crazy life!
How would you celebrate Hermit Day? I would love to hear! For inspiration, head over to check out Coach Daddy, where bloggers are uniting to dream of solitary bingeing on chocolate, wine, and sleep!