What did I do on the first day of fall break? I got up at 5:30am and drove the kid to the thing.
Then I hosted LindaGHill’s Saturday Stream of Consciousness.
Then I picked the kid up and grabbed some groceries.
(E, they closed our Aldi yesterday to complete the renovation. They had no chicken and I had to get that elsewhere.)
Then I made chicken salad.
Oh, but wasn’t yesterday delightful?
They said it would be 81 but it never got above 74. I opened the window to let the sound of rain into the bedroom and I read a book.
Gawwwd, that was a good book.
Moo made a comment about how every time she came in I was in a different position.
“I do that too,” she said.
Don’t we all?
Eventually, toward the end, I was sat up, hunched over the edge of the bed, giving Moo the palm “Not now!”
The Mister said, “Your mother really does love you.”
And that’s why I don’t read much in the mystery/suspense/thriller genre. I know how I do.
But I had the whole day without agenda and I’m still kinda giddy about it. Ate the yummy chicken salad, drank all the cuppas, took a hot bath, lay around readin and feelin lazy good.
More of that, please.
Cept, this morning came before dawn and I drove the kid to the thing. YES, EVEN DURING BREAK ONE MUST SPORT. Got a block from the school and she said, “Mama, let’s get on the interstate, say ‘That was a nice ride’ and go back to bed.”
Now, though, now I’m feelin like I could go back to bed… but it won’t be long and I’ll have to pick her up and GO TO THE GODDAMNED GROCERY STORE.
How was your weekend? Didja eat anything good? Did your husband bring you wine? Did your wife neglect your family for fiction?