Ugh. I must confess, Gentle Reader, after a hard night with Miss Q, I just want to be by myself. At this exact precise moment, I do not want to be caring for any/all children. I don't want the guilt of knowing the tv is on and Miss O is getting her fill of commercials. I do not want to clean my house, which has become a bastion of all things out of place. Laundry's Mount Doom has amassed again, and I really don't feel up to fighting with it. I don't want to deal with it. In fact, I guess that sums up my mood right now: I don't want to deal with it. I just want to sit at my computer, or go back to bed, or get a shower, or do whatever it is that *I* want to do. Like when I was single. Or had no kids. And no guilt. And no potential missing of little people. When I was carefree. And didn't care about fiscal responsibility. Heck, with gas prices like this, it's time to road trip!!! Wahoo! Where's Super J (any roadtripper knows you need an awesome companion to go with)? But where to go. South???? Yes! It's so cold outside. Ugh. But it's NOT going to happen with mammaries that will turn into uncomfortable stones in mere hours.
Cannot embrace the desired selfishness of the moment. Must just trudge on and know, this too shall pass.