I had a Fantasy

Mark, 25 Weeks and 4 Days

Mark, 25 Weeks and 4 Days

Once upon a time, like, six months ago, I had fantasies—some of which I won’t describe here.

Now I have a fantasy: checking into a hotel of my preference, alone. I know that I am a backpacker at heart but for that specific fantasy, let’s assume the location of the hotel doesn’t matter—only the amenities do.

I want the biggest room, with huge windows letting plenty of light in (it’s sunny in my fantasy). A king size bed or bigger, with fresh and crisp white sheets and at least four or five pillows of all sizes. A cozy spotless bathroom with a tub and plenty of fancy spa products. Two towels, the softest and fluffiest kind. A bathrobe—never actually tried one on but I have the feeling it could be nice to hang out draped in one of these.

After spending at least two hours alone in the bathtub (yay, bubble bath!), I’d turn the TV on and watch something silly, like one of these talk shows on TLC or A&E. Or maybe a comedy. I will have the remote in one hand, a drink in the other—hot sugary tea or maybe a fancy latte—and I’ll feel like I’m getting dumber by the minute. And it will be okay.

Then I’d order room service. The fattest, most delicious and hard-to-make food. I will have several kinds of foods actually, and I will savour each bite, each flavour down to the last crumb (yes, this hotel has really good bread in my fantasy). Best of all, I won’t have to do the dishes or clean up—I would simply put the tray by the front door once I’m done.

I will call for a massage. Not the dirty kind—a real full body massage performed by a therapist. From my scalp to my toes, from my aching neck and shoulders to the tip of my fingers. It would be an hour-long massage and I wouldn’t need to worry about making it home on time for Mark’s feeding or anything, because remember—I am alone.

Completely alone and free.

I don’t have to startle each time I hear noise that sound like a cry. I don’t have to bump against the garbage full of dirty diapers. I don’t have to take a five-minute long shower because someone downstairs is hungry and needs a bottle. I don’t have to whisper because someone has just passed out on the couch. I don’t have to comfort anyone, change anyone, feed anyone, burp anyone, entertain anyone, hold anyone.

I have plenty of time and I can take care of myself.

I can linger on the hotel’s balcony, have a smoke and watch the sunset. I can finish the two novels I started six months ago. I can pluck my eyebrows, wax my legs, apply a facial mask and pop a zit—oh come on, as it you never do it! I can slowly drift into sleep and take some time to stretch in bed when I wake up.

I don’t need to rush, don’t need to get shit done, don’t need to put someone else’s needs before mine.

I know, kids are great and motherhood is the adventure of a lifetime. Blah blah blah.

But after six months of non-stop mothering with no break whatsoever, I wish I could have some me-time and recharge my batteries.

I need to take care of myself too.

This is just a fantasy, I won’t be spending anytime alone in a fancy hotel anytime soon. But seriously, the thought of it is tempting.


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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.


  1. La Chouette du Texas on

    Having an almost 5 month old, I share the same fantasy. I would remove the smoke on the balcony and add some wild windy coast line with a nice fireplace in the bedroom.
    I even volunteered at work to go to the crapiest part of Texas for a business trip to enjoy a night out. So far no luck 🙂

    Hang in there. Motherhood is great but sometimes looks like hell 🙂

    • I know that you know what I mean! I’d loooove to go to Texas right now. Yep, anywhere, really. Gosh, even Nunavut sounds good.

  2. Hahaha, it seems that every French person living abroad fantasizes about eating good bread!

    It is just me, or is popping zits more acceptable here in Europe? In Canada there is this insane fear of spreading bacteria and getting more pimples. I feel that some Europeans are convinced that popping zits is actually good for you. I admit, popping zits is so satisfying!

    I was thinking of cheesecake while I was reading the part about room service.

    • Great. Now *I* am thinking of cheesecake!

      I find beauty routines in North America (as described in magazines, on blogs, etc.) are awfully complicated with a lot of dos and donts. Things seemed easier and more “meh, whatever” in Europe. Mind you, same goes with food, exercise, etc. I find North Americans are always looking for the “perfect recipe” or the “perfect formula” to make things work while European are more relaxed. And when it comes to academics, it’s the opposite!

  3. I love your fantasy! I don’t have any kids, but oh boy, I need some to relax!
    Hang in there, if you want, I can babysit Mark this summer so you can go at least have a pedicure 😉

      • I of course know you wouldn’t leave your baby with a stranger! I hope you didn’t take that the wrong way

        • Oh no, no, misunderstanding! 🙂 I was saying that I totally understand you need to relax too (and that this fantasy of mine sounds good!) even though you don’t have kids yet 🙂

          I’ll be happy to introduce you to bébé Mark this summer, and I do take babysitting offers seriously 😆

  4. Hi Zhu,

    Even if I am not a Mom, I do understand this.
    It’s about “You-time” of a quality type.
    I hope that you do get your fantasy. 😉
    Bises xo

  5. I have the same fantasy, and yet when I’m alone at the grocery store and hear a baby cry, I feel I need to rush back home because that could be one of my babies’ cry!!!

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