I’ll tell you what I just told Rose, which is that I wish I could be a housewife, now that I have a house. I’m home sick today (recuperating from yesterday’s periodic 8-hour drive to babydaddy’s house) and I’m actually cooking, for once, which is something I never have the energy to do after work. I’m cooking a big pot of big shrimp. On my gas stove, which rocks. You know how people say, “Now you’re cooking with gas”? Well, they say that because cooking with gas is more fun than cooking with electricity. Also, we have the good kind of rangehood, which makes my boyfriend ever so happy.

I want to put the shrimp on ice when it’s done, then run to the store and get chicken to make Wendy‘s curried chicken salad for tomorrow. I got an Oriental Trading Company catalog in the mail. That brought back old memories. I loved that thing so much back in the day. Back when I was a housewife, I mean.

I want to be a housewife, but not with a spouse. So it’s not possible unless we get rich somehow. I passed our front flowerbed and wished I had time to rip out all the old, leggy pentas and replace them with blue sage and violas and something yellow for fall. Because fall is just around the corner, isn’t it? I told the kids and the boyfriend to start thinking up their Halloween costumes now, as if I might have time to sew them for everyone, as long as I plan ahead and wish real hard.

I love fall. I swear, it’s my favorite season in the universe, no matter how much I love spring.

Guilt Trips and Vacation Trips

Yesterday, on the long drive home from babydaddy first-and-third-weekend visitation, my 14-year-old son told me, “Yeah, I had to tell some kid at school that I’ve never been out of Texas.”

“What?” I said. “Are you sure?”

He was sure. Never. How could that be possible? What kind of bad mother must I be?

The thing about traveling with kids is that you have to plan it. You have to plan the hell out of that crap. So I’m scouting and researching now. We don’t even know where we want to go. Somewhere. Maybe several short trips to start. Like weekends in various cities of the US. Then once across the border. Then, later, a cheap cruise. I’m trying to decide if Disneyworld is worth it.

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Posted in domestic, fantasies, parenting on 08/21/2006 07:07 pm

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