desperation

I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon.

I am super excited.

It's nothing major, just an ol' eyesight check.

Perhaps my most irrational and shamefully selfish pet peeve of the moment is when Cal comes home from work after a long day (both mine and his) and says, casually, as he's walking straight to the bathroom from the door, "I'm gonna take a quick shower!"

I understand that he wants to wash the grime of the day off, and it makes perfect sense.

But, you see, on most of those afternoons, I haven't had a chance for a "quick shower" in two more more DAYS. Yes, folks. I admit it. My children's schedules don't always allow me to clean myself on a daily basis, unless, of course, I were to get up extra early (say, 5:30 instead of 6... or heck, why not just stay up after John's 4:15 am bottle?). And let's face it; I'm not gonna do that.

So back to my appointment.

I might take a book! Or just sit and relish the quiet! Or... gasp!... I might go relieve myself, BY myself. And without having to preface it with the ever-informative and sophisticated phrase, "I need to tee tee/go potty; I'll be right back!"

Ahhhh. T'will be a blissful vacation. Watch the mail for a postcard!