I dropped the kids off at my dad’s house Saturday so I could run a few errands. Scott is still out of town so anyone that wants to watch my kids while I grocery shop is my new best friend. When I got back from the store they were still at McDonalds for lunch so I grabbed my book and headed to the library near his house and sat and read for a whole hour. All by myself. Those are my three favorite words. All. By. Myself. In my mind, they’re synonymous with peace and quiet. Which is also synonymous with awesome.
I even finished my book while I was there. Which makes it seem like I’m super literate amazing reader girl because that makes two books in one week. Except I'm not. This book was just really short. Plum Lovin' by Janet Evanovich. A cute sort of abbreviated version of one of her regular Stephanie Plum mysteries. But no Joe Morelli. So if Joe is your favorite, prepare to miss him. I know I did.
3 comments:
Being alone is the best.
I used to hate being alone. That was before I had kids.
I know. It's so weird. Before kids alone seemed so lonely. Now it's the most awesome thing ever.
I really understand this. In fact I wrote a similar post today about how much I enjoy my Friday afternoons without the kids. When I went back and saw yours again, I had to wonder if you inspired it. Maybe I should credit you.
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