It’s almost unthinkable. I am home. Alone. Alone! This is such a rarity, and there are so many things I want to do with this time. I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to clean the carpets, what with no little feet trampling around this way and that. But I’m also exhausted, since a certain young man decided to wake up at 3:30 this morning, and didn’t let his poor mother get back to sleep until 5:30, after which it was nearly pointless since the official wakeup time is 6, followed by the normal flurry of bathing, dressing, packing diaper bag and lunch boxes, flying out the door, working a full day, wrestling with rush hour traffic, unloading the gear from the van, finding something suitable for the love bug to eat, hugs and a little teeny bit of play time, all which brings us to 6 p.m. (At which time Mr. Gadget whisks my little blondie off to the ball game with the guys, having acquired free tickets from some benevelont soul today.)
Me time! But of course, I find my way to the computer. And I stealthily peruse as many blogs as I can before I surrender to the couch. If only I weren’t so tired. There are so many ways I would love to spend this evening. But a nap is a very good thing, and a treat indeed. I am giddy, even, that Mr. Gadget offered to take my sweet munchkin to the game. Of course, he knew he would be walking on very thin ice if he even suggested a guys night out without offering to take the wee one, what with the delineation of tasks, chores, and responsibilities around here… Even so, I am very thankful. Grateful!
