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Mar 17 2009

I’m free! I’m free!

I have the mommy disease. Right now, downstairs my child is being played with and entertained and I am sitting upstairs trying to figure out what to do with my freedom. Our good friend – I’m sorry. Spawn’s good friend, the leader of the dog army is here for a visit for almost a whole week! He’s my friends son and is about to head out to boot camp and become a Marine so he wanted to come visit with the little boy cousin-cuz-we-said-so Spawn. He brought light sabers and Star Wars T-shirts and all is merry in the land! Except now that I can actually get done all of the things I always need to do I am feeling overwhelmed. This is so typical me. You know what I am going to do today? I am going to go grocery shopping. Alone. It is going to be amazing.  Maybe later I’ll hang out at a pub and try and make people be my friends. I’ll be like “Hey guys…I don’t have to watch my kid but I don’t have any friends so will you drink Irish whisky with me? Please? And could you also buy it?” Who can resist that?