So I was thinking about July 4th. Independance Day! The day got me thinking about my own independance. My own what? Independance? What is that? As a mother I don’t believe it exists any more in my vocabulary. The word makes all sorts of wonderful and freeing things come to mind. Things like heading to the beach with only a change of clothes and a toothbrush, spending all day in bed (preferably nude), or going out for pizza at 11 pm.
OK time to get out of fantasy land and join back up with my real life. The life in which I spent the afternoon of my glorious Independance Day at a festival in town watching my 6 year old playing on those blow up balloons and slides. The day where after standing in the hot watching kids run around and act crazed we ended up at a local fireworks show where my daughter totally lost her mind and kept screaming that she wanted to go home. Of course even if we had wanted to leave how could we get out with two thousand cars of other screaming children virtually surrounding us. Not happening!
Then to finally get home and get the screaming demon child safely tucked into bed. My independance finally showed up. At midnight I fianlly got to settle in with a cold one only to fall asleep in the recliner before I finished it. WoW, I love my freedom!
