I don't need you to book me a hotel room with a jacuzzi tub. Just give me a half hour of uninterrupted time in my own bathtub (and let me pick out the noisy vent at Home Depot to serve as white noise). That'll do.
I don't need you to take me out to the movies. Just get the kids nicely settled so we can prop our feet up and enjoy an episode of our favorite show at home conveniently provided by the age of mail order television. That'll do.
I don't need you to take me out to a fancy restaurant for wining and dining. Just throw a meal together once in a while to take that burden off of my mind. That'll do.
I don't need a housekeeper to come in and clean my bathrooms and floors once a week. Just take your shoes off when you come in and pick your laundry up off the floor for me. That'll do.
I don't need roses and perfume and diamond rings. Just bring me home my favorite chocolate every once in awhile. That'll do.
I don't need an all inclusive trip to the Riviera or the Caribbean. Just take all the kids away for the day every once in awhile and let me enjoy the peace and serenity of our own home. Alone. That'll do.
My ode to joy on a day when my husband has packed up all the kids and taken them away and I actually find myself with at least four hours of ALONE time in my own home. It's so funny how something so simple can make me feel like I've died and gone to heaven. I'm halfway done with my weekly chores, and when I get those done I am going to kick back with a favorite drink, my current book, and yes.... some chocolate.
