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There's puffed wheat sprinkled on the bathroom floor, hunting gear in the family room, yogurt splatters on Charlotte's freshly washed wool (on the kitchen table, still drying), and the butter looks like it has recently been licked by the cat. These aren't bad things, they're signs of life. My life. I could be alone in my impeccably clean house, but there would be no family gathered around my supper table, no cat tucked behind my legs at night, and no cuddly baby tucked in the chair beside me. Life would be lonely without them, but ooohhhh, sometimes I wish I were alone. Free to eat, sleep, and read whenever I felt like it. I would never have to fight the sleepies, put aside a good novel to change a poopy diaper, or ignore my own growling tummy to first cut up meat for little mouths.
Today I am fantasizing about being alone in a hotel room, watching tv in bed, reading until I'm sleepy, sleeping whenever and for however long I want to, and eating chinese food in little take-out boxes. Two days would be great, three days would be better, and if Jack joined me on the third night it would be brilliant.
Thankfully, the men are gone hunting all day, Kim and Julia are at school all day, and Charlotte will eventually nap. Until she does, I will ignore the puffed wheat on the floor, the mail and bills stacked on my desk, and the laundry baskets loaded with clean and dirty clothes. I'm praying that my early bird will go down for a nap within an hour, and so will I.
Note to self: must start going to bed before a new day begins.
Today I am fantasizing about being alone in a hotel room, watching tv in bed, reading until I'm sleepy, sleeping whenever and for however long I want to, and eating chinese food in little take-out boxes. Two days would be great, three days would be better, and if Jack joined me on the third night it would be brilliant.
Thankfully, the men are gone hunting all day, Kim and Julia are at school all day, and Charlotte will eventually nap. Until she does, I will ignore the puffed wheat on the floor, the mail and bills stacked on my desk, and the laundry baskets loaded with clean and dirty clothes. I'm praying that my early bird will go down for a nap within an hour, and so will I.
Note to self: must start going to bed before a new day begins.