I should be going to a baby shower. I bought the gift. Dropped my son off with my dad and here I sit. I don’t wanna go.

It’s so nice and pleasant and quiet in my house. I am so relaxed. I cherish these peaceful quiet moments. They are sparse, too few, and I am reminded at this moment of how I need to do this more often. I really don’t wanna go into a room with 25 of my co-workers and hang out. I see them more than I get to be alone. Does that make sense? Am I weird?

This time of the year, B.C. (Before Children) I used to be on my Harley traveling. It was blissful to me – an escape from reality. Since the Harley is packed away until my son no longer needs me, I need to find a way to find those rare blissful moments again. As single mom’s all over probably know, you have to carve it out for yourself or it won’t ever happen.

I’m thinking about carving right now.

On my blissful way into the Grand Tetons B.C. (before children)

I think I might pour myself a glass of wine and stay awhile. I won’t be missed at the shower. I’m all dolled up with some where to go and I wanna stay home. I’m going to stay home. So there.

My shoes are off….

Mmmm this wine is refreshing…
I am diggin’ this right now…

Nirvana is mine!