Gosh, what a shame I can't go...
Meanwhile, Brian will be away at the local Boy Scout camporee for the weekend, leaving only David (aka the Silent Teen/Computer Genius) here at home.
Oh, fellow moms, imagine the quiet! The blessed quiet! I can feel every molecule of my body relaxing at the very thought. I don't know about you, but I don't mind housework so much as I mind the interruptions. So this weekend, while scrubbing the tub and organizing the clutter, I'll be focusing my entire being on the task at hand rather than anticipating the inevitable "Mommy!" that falls upon my ears approximately every 10 minutes during a typical day.
|Like this, only I'll have a toilet brush in one hand and Lysol Wipes in the other|
And, yes, I do love and appreciate time with my children. The dosage has been rather high lately, is all. And a weekend camping trip seems like a more practical solution to that problem than my vague plan of running away to a convent somewhere and spending the rest of my life in silent contemplation.
Besides, I don't know if convents take Jews.
[Meditation image: AU Health and Wellness]
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