So... MB and I just returned home from vacation a couple of days ago. The kids wanted to stay in Alabama with their grandparents a little longer. This means I'm kid-free for a few days. Oh the plans I had for my days of freedom..... It's not going quite as I expected.
First, I miss those little monsters like crazy. I've been by myself almost all day and not once has anyone asked me to prepare food for them. I have not wiped even one tiny bottom. I haven't asked anyone if their hands are clean. I haven't broken up any fights or threatened anyone. And worst of all--- there are no sweet little voices ringing in my ears NONSTOP.
Secondly (and likely most disturbing), I realize that I need to have constant demands on my attention otherwise I'll get into trouble. My mind wanders while painting and organizing. I come up with "brilliant" ideas like buying a crimping iron. I lived through the '80s. Why am I considering this? Next thing you know I'll be online hunting down a HyperColor shirt and layering neon color socks. I would add rocking out to Cyndi Lauper to this list, but I already do this on a semi-regular basis (thanks, Pandora).
Clearly, I need my kids to come home. They keep me out of trouble. Who can possibly plan horrible hairstyle choices (the mom ponytail is totally unplanned, I swear) when you stay so busy? Hurry home, babies, before Mommy rocks a fe-mullet!
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