Thursday, June 11, 2009

r and r


yesterday page said, "you never update your blog." i said, "um, you still check it?" when the answer was an adamant yes, i decided to come out of my blog hibernation, also, i am bored. being that i am bored, this might end up being a boring post. but, i have been thinking about something lately and will now divulge it, to...well, page-since she may be the only one still checking to see updates. 
the other day at work, my fellow pca (we can call him brian), was smoking outside while i was working my guts out trying to get the girls to behave and clean and cook all at the same time. i looked at him with utter jealousy. each long drag i imagined myself sitting there, not smoking, but sweetly breathing in the fresh air, thinking of nothing at all (except for maybe a hope of getting a teensy bit of color). normally when i see someone smoking my thoughts immediately lament the shortened life of the individual, but now when brian says for the fourth time of the day, "i am taking a smoking break," i watch him with green anxious eyes, contriving ways to get the same- well- similar break. 
i think i am going to pitch, "me time" and say that i am addicted to myself, and that i just really need to clear my mind. i think it might work, if i maybe show my high school notes that are full of annotations that say "i love me" and "i am sooooo awesome" they would see my illness and let me sit outside for five minutes by myself. wow, that sounds so lovely, i think i am definitely going to say it tomorrow. if the mom can say, "leave the house, i need r and r and a nap away from my daughters," then i can say "i am taking a five minute me break."

page- i promise my next blog will be much better

(disclaimer: i really am not so self involved, i did write things like that in my notebooks, but, i am awesome, i mean, i am joking. i just would like equality-brian gets five minutes for smoking and i get five minutes for me or maybe for jane austen...either one, hmmm, i could perhaps claim an addiction to reading(my fingers actually tapped my chin as i re-read that)).