Yesterday, Mike told me he was going to be playing cards Saturday, so I was all like, “ok, but can I go out tomorrow then?” imagine me like a little puppy, tail wagging, excited to go out(side). “can I? can I? huh? huh? huh?”
Of course I can. Now the issue – who am I going to go out with and what do I think I’m gonna do?
It’s not that I don’t have friends. I do have friends. But unfortunately, I have not been good at keeping regular ‘play dates’ with my friends. And now, when I need to go somewhere, do something with someone other than my husband and two kids… nothing. no one. zilch. zero.
Thats ok, I got a bum knee from a roller derby injury last weekend, so I really should just rest anyway. But I don’t want to just rest. I need ME time. ok, I’ll blog.
As I sat down to search for inspiration for my bloggy-ness, the children locked downstairs with their father, I realize how impossible this task is. Mason SCREAMING for me downstairs…
MOMMY!! MOMMY!!
And now, Mike is bathing the children, pissed that I’m not helping… I guess he forgot our little deal…
