Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Happy Independence


One moment I found what I thought was a small patch of damp carpet, and then this happened.




My kids are gone this week. I was looking forward to flying free like the independent spirit I was meant to be. Instead, I burdened my parents. My father was over here for hours helping me with this today. Maybe he thought he'd be flying free in his sixties.



Speaking of dependence, Bindy and I were mostly surrounded by children last weekend. However, we found our freedom in the form of an OK motel with a great view and pool, meals out, chardonnay, and a stack of magazines as tall as a miniature pony, which isn't that tall but it is when you think of magazines.






I hid my tower o mags when I arrived to the motel. Didn't want to make Bin think I was going to ignore her or anything. She even joked about how when I was a new mom I would leave her with my child to entertain, feed, and clothe; ignoring everyone and everything except the magazine in front of my face and whoever I was playing Scrabble with. I smiled at her memory, leaning over from my lounge chair to hand her two magazines from my secret stash, pointing to my empty wine glass, and asking her about when the kids should get out of the pool for dinner . . . what are the kids having for dinner anyway? Things have totally changed.






But how can you relish freedom without responsibility? Loving some people is setting them free and loving other people is keeping them close, even in moments when setting them free sounds like it could be refreshing.















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