My plan was to junk and then grocery shop, but my children were having none of it. Specifically this child, complained bitterly.
Sometimes Lily can be talked into things and other times well, stubborn, whiny and pain in my butt are all words that come to mind.
Rebecca didn't want to junk either because that would have required changing out of her jammies and she informed me that that just wasn't going to happen today.
The day was looking bleak.
Then I nervously asked Amy if Lily could go over to her house to play with her kids.
"Sure!" she replied. "Send her over!"
It was a child care miracle. I left Rebecca home with David so that she could draw pictures of warrior kitties and call my stepmother fourteen times. Then I headed over to Amy's, dropped Lily off and high tailed it off to Urban Renewals. I found a few things, though nothing spectacular.
The most important thing I found was silence. It was just such a luxury to be out by myself. I junked in solitude. I was not asked to purchase beanie babies or other random bits of crap. Nor did I have to keep tabs on children determined to try on every pair of hooker heels in the shoe aisle.
It was utter loveliness.
At the grocery store I had a chocolate muffin and coffee for lunch because I didn't have to set a good example. Setting a good example all the time can be a drag.
After I got home and put away my
During bath tonight I asked Lily if she had fun at Amy's.
"Yes!" she replied. "I had a fudgesicle and I saw *T's penis!"
Ahhhhh. The price of freedom.
*T is Amy's son and he is seven. Just in case you were wondering.