I am sitting in an almost-abandoned coffee shop. Alone.
I’ve been here for 4 hours. Alone.
Soon I will meet a friend, go to a local bar, and watch a band play. Without children.
Then I will go home (assuming I can get a ride, since I was dropped off a good 20 miles from home) to a quiet house. I will crawl into bed, and fall asleep to the sound of breathing. And nothing else.
I have not prepared a meal today. I have, however, eaten a chicken dinner and an enormous Mediterranean salad, and spent $5 on a disappointing cup of coffee. And
it’s not even Mother’s Day!
This is proof that I have a wonderful man. A man that is smart enough to know that, when mama says she needs a break, he’d better hand over some cash and let her get away for a bit. A man who loves me even though I behave like a complete lunatic and complain way more than I should.
Man, I love him!