Saturday. Saturday night. Beautiful evening, kids are fed, I have the house to myself. What is a woman to do?
I could…call up a sitter and head out on the town (hmm my feet already hurt though), have some friends over for cheap champagne (sounds like a headache waiting to happen), watch a girly movie (and eat and eat and eat because once I start I can’t stop), clean and catch up on laundry (really? what a waste)…or sleep (not a bad idea).
To be perfectly honest, all I want to do is write silly stories for you. I want to tell you all about the strange things that have happened in my day and all the oddball ideas and thoughts I have. I want to share with you my thoughts on funny, clever, and outrageous people and situations and things that I love/do not love. I want for my kids to go obediently to bed (so long, farewell..)and leave me to my cornbread muffins and iced green tea, so that I may take the time to account for the details…without being interrupted for a cup of juice or a crackers.
Geez, can’t they see I am fulfilling my inner need to write?