It is 8:30 on a Saturday night and I am about to gorge myself on good chocolate and books. I am full of resolution. I am full of cheer. I am alone with the hot running water, in a cocoon the color of the shower curtain. My library loot is stacked beside me on the handmade, colored “Mara HEARTS Daddy” step stool. A pile of Ghirardellis on the ledge of the tub, next to my bottle of cold water.
Joe’s out snowboarding, the 3-under-3 are sleeping, and tonight I’m kicking it Mommy-style. Mommy after 3 days of no-routines, messy-house, movie-overload, good-times chaos. Mommy after 3 days of feeling slightly guilty that she has trouble going with the flow and that
she kind of resents the extra work that results from all this fun.
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