Stir Crazy

I don’t think I’ve left the house without my children for over a week. We were snowed in for three days, my babysitter couldn’t make it for my afternoon of writing and sipping wine, and now my kids are sick.

I am bored and my kids are turning into wild caged animals.

During the present suspension of play dates, preschool, and childless grocery shopping, I am pining away for a vacation from my children.

The solitude, the thinking, the conversation that rises above preschool level. Decadence!

I know I’m complaining – even if you can’t read ALL my thoughts, know that every single one of them is currently complaining about something. And I know right now, at this very moment, I have a bad attitude. And I’m also aware that given a little perspective, I could realize that someone else out there is having a really bad day, or a bad month, or a bad year – one that would put my circumstances and complaining heart to shame.

I know. I know! I KNOW!

Part of me wants to say, ‘Hey, just give me one day to be bitchy. I deserve it! If I’m still complaining tomorrow, you can tell me to shut up.’

I know that’s lame. I may not be able to stop myself from still act like a complaining bitch today, but please know that I know it’s lame.

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