The other night my mother came over to watch the kids because I had a doctor's appointment late in the day. When I was finished, it was nearly 7:30 p.m. I walked down to a coffee shop to get a Chai Latte and retreated to my car.
I wasn't planning on driving. I just wanted to be alone to relish a rare moment to relax and read. I turned on the overhead light and pulled out the previous Sunday's New York Times.
I often choose to sit in my car instead of a cafe when I have some time to kill. For me it is cozy and protective. And I so often feel overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of a cafe that I can't relax. I love my kids with all my heart and I feel lucky to be home with them right now but I'm surrounded by noise and demands almost 24/7. I feel like someone is always touching me, pulling on an arm, needing a hug, needing a meal. When I get in my car alone (or even with the baby sleeping in the back) just to sit, my body and mind can finally relax. Don't worry, I turn the car off -- although I often have NPR on as a comfort in the background while I'm reading.
My husband, who loves sitting in cafes and bars, finds it odd. But my car is like a protective bubble for me.
Where do you find your bubble?