I’ve been so derelict in writing lately that I’ve become almost afraid of starting in, procrastinating, avoiding it, finding absolutely any excuse not to write. Well, we will be out of milk in two days, you know, so gotta get to the store! What if it is all sold out by then? Jeesh! But finally here I am, turning myself in to “Libby With a ‘Y'” on my almighty Mac Book. It feels good, at least not to feel that guilt hanging on me for a few brief minutes.
So I have been free as a jay bird here at home for the last few days, free as a Lithuanian. You see, Daddy Mac took Sam to Dallas to visit Gramma and Grandpa for the the long weekend, and I’ve been flying solo since leaving them at the airport on Friday morning at 6:30. I’ve been giddy, euphoric, and downright thrilled to pieces. I’ve been roaming around the River City going from place to place all by myself on whim after whim. This is all without looking at my watch every five minutes, being home at a certain time, or sticking to any kind of schedule whatsoever other than when to meet a girlfriend for dinner at a dining establishment that never ever serves peanut butter and jelly, chicken nuggets, chicken fingers, or chicken tenders.
It has gone by as quickly as our wedding reception, a blur to end all blurs, like an ice cream cone melting so quickly that you can’t possibly eat it fast enough. (The only difference is that this weekend I have been eating lots of sushi and not as much ice cream.) There still is one more day to go, so perhaps tomorrow will be an ice cream day. Not a bad thing! Stay tuned for the exciting finale to the after-school special, “Middle-Aged Mommy Goes on Solo Staycation,” sure to have more viewers than Desperate Housewives. Or not. If you’re going to dream, dream big, right?
So I’ll be honest — I haven’t been missing the little man much — or at all. (He can read this someday and tell his therapist all about it. Heck, he can even give him the link!) Is there something wrong with that? Well, it is what it is. Then Daddy Mac just sent me this cute pic of the Saminator snoozing in his favorite fetal position, and – BOOM – it all changed. Heck, I think I’m starting to leak milk, even tough I haven’t nursed in four years. I’m definitely leaking some watery tears.
Instead of dreading yet one more week of summer before preschool starts, I’m suddenly glad. This wacky little dude manages to me old yet keeps me young. Who else can do that?
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