Tonight

Tonight I am home alone. Yesterday afternoon I packed up Cowboy Buddy and Lil’ T and sent them down the mountain to his mother’s home on the family farm. Let describe to you my present setting. The only sound I hear is the gentle spinning of the dryer and the occasional jangle of Rufus’ dog collar. I just finished a favorite meal of Campbell’s Chunky Chicken soup with cheddar cheese on saltine crackers. I’ve spent the evening working on my “Blogging 4 Books” submission, which may get finished or may not, I don’t care. I remember a weekend a year and a half ago. I was so very pregnant, and CB had to be out of town. A good friend offered to spend the weekend with me, but I declined, having this strong and undeniable sense that it would be a long, long time before I would be in this house alone again. I am in some recovery from the past week. Lil’ T has not been sleeping well lately, and as a result, neither have I. And then there was the poor parenting incident on Thursday night when I decided it would be fun to take a bubble bath with her. She didn’t like the tub (we still bathe her in the kitchen sink—it’s big), she didn’t like me in the tub, and she definitely did not like the bubbles, which I could not for the life of me get off either one of us once she made this known.

Tonight I’m going to take a bubble bath all by myself, and then be asleep by 9:00. Here’s to the good life.