Do you hear that?
Did you know the clock behind me ticks rather loudly? It's annoyingly loud, really. This is the first time I've noticed the ticking since we acquired the clock about three years ago. It's the first time because, after dropping off the gremlins and kissing Mr. Maven goodbye, I am celebrating the very first weekday where there is nary a testosterone-laden individual in the house.
This is, quite officially, the first day I am all by myself.
And I am quite thrilled about it.
I tried to hide my glee while I was getting everyone ready this morning. I put on my best poker face and stuffed the excitement way, way down into my belly, which made me quite full, so I was able to hold off on eating breakfast. I now know that emotions are great appetite suppressants. Maybe I should try to feel more of them instead of drowning them out, one caffeinated gulp at a time.
I didn't fool the mighty gremlins, however. Halfway through breakfast, Gutsy was on to me.
This is, quite officially, the first day I am all by myself.
And I am quite thrilled about it.
I tried to hide my glee while I was getting everyone ready this morning. I put on my best poker face and stuffed the excitement way, way down into my belly, which made me quite full, so I was able to hold off on eating breakfast. I now know that emotions are great appetite suppressants. Maybe I should try to feel more of them instead of drowning them out, one caffeinated gulp at a time.
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| Do I look happy? Because I am. |
I didn't fool the mighty gremlins, however. Halfway through breakfast, Gutsy was on to me.
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| No pictures! |
It might have something to do with me taking his picture with an enormous "it's like I just won the lottery!" grin on my face.
Meanwhile, Spawnling decided to create a bit of mess in my very clean, freshly-painted kitchen before I loaded him up in the van. How sweet of him.
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| What kind of havoc can I wreak in the next four minutes? |
And then, as if he knew I needed a little reminder why I should celebrate and not mourn that my babies are all in school twice a week...
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| Mission accomplished. |
Thanks, dude. And you're right: I will not miss that whatsoever for the next six hours.
Thus today, I am not sad. I am not nervous. I am not wishing the sound of cartoons was blaring from the living room, drowning out not only my creativity process, but that ticking clock. I love the clock. I embrace the clock. I celebrate the damn clock.
And now I am going out for breakfast. Enjoy a fabulous Monday. I know I am!