Why mothers shouldn’t be left alone

This morning I was left alone.  It may have been the first time in more than thirty years.  Couponman left for a car show before the crack of dawn so he could see what was coming out in the future.  (Actually I think he went to see if they had any two-for-one deals.)  He tried to get me to tag along but I’d had an eyeful of what the future held for over the past thirty odd years of being a mom.  I already knew in some areas there just were NEVER going to be any freebes. 

So I slept in.  Until seven in the morning.  I ate a bowl of sugar coated cereal, left over from the past holiday with family visitors, throwing caution to the wind.  Just what my fortune cookie advised against after yesterday’s luncheon with Nae.  When I finished that off, I ate the last piece of zucchini bread with cream cheese frosting (to cover up the slightly overly browned top) from last week.  Sure it was a little heavier than it had been over a week ago, but it was always green so I had a hard time telling whether to throw it out or not.  If I don’t survive tomorrow, we’ll know, won’t we?

Okay, I ran over my options.  Eat more.  Clean.  Play mindless computer games.  That answer was pretty easy.  But even after a while Bejeweled^® became monotonous.  You can only be a gracious loser so many times.

I turned up the cable channel for “party music” full blast.  I cleaned the window sills, the refrigerator, did a load of laundry, recovered the breakfast table chairs with plastic, cleaned the wood floors on hands and knees, and sorted the junk drawer.  Now what do I do?  I have to be careful not to get a reputation as being Susie Homemaker.  I watched some previously recorded televisions shows on the DVR.  And it was only ten in the morning.

You have to be careful about giving moms too much free time.  We don’t know what to do with it.

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