All this week, my kids have been with their dad, an event that occurs about as frequently as a total eclipse of the moon (which, needless to say, occurred this week as well). I've been looking forward to this vacation for a long time, because I love having them around, I love being a mom, etc., etc. but you know, it's sometimes nice to get back to the person you were before you started buying groceries by the carload and thinking about everybody else's needs first.
So what did I do? Well, I had grand plans. I would take a little road trip. I'd ride the train into New York, browse around some galleries downtown, and sip espresso in a chic cafe. I'd clean my entire house and take lots of stuff to Goodwill.
What I actually did: spent entire days in my pajamas, weaving a little bit, drinking coffee, and enjoying the quiet. I did one load of laundry, and went to the grocery store one time. I didn't get very much done, but the days went by in a quiet, cozy way. It was great. A few hours from now, everyone will be back and there will be coats and shoes and backpacks littering the floor and piles of dirty clothes to wash and school crises to worry about. And that will be great, too.
