Being an adult is the best, because you get to do whatever you want. My house, my rules and all that. But it isn't really my house*. I can't do whatever I want. These are some things I've been able to do with everyone gone:
- I walked to get a pedicure. No worries about wasting precious babysitter time. I meandered home.
- I ate an enormous bowl of popcorn. I never make popcorn, because the baby could choke on it and I don't like hiding in my closet to eat. I freaking love popcorn.
- I played music that I like, like show tunes, without anyone making fun of me. And sang along.
- I took care of my friend's toddler for four hours and it didn't put a kink in my plans, because other people's kids are always much better behaved.
- I made a really complicated thing. I forgot how much I enjoyed doing that. I also forgot that once you've made the complicated thing once, it's much easier the next time. And the thing was yummy. I had plenty of time for the optional leek lining. Just so you know, I used shrimp instead of salmon and I served it with a gribiche sauce. I didn't use this recipe, but I will next time, because it looks better and easier than my version.
Fancy Seafood Terrine - I had friends over to eat the really complicated thing and it only took me 15 minutes to shower, dress and clean up the house. Because no one was there to stop me or mess up behind me. And the house wasn't even messy to begin with. Guess why?
- The friends and I polished off more than one bottle of wine, because I knew I could sleep in the next morning. When you're a lightweight, you have to plan ahead by at least 24 hours if you plan on having more than two drinks.
- The friends and I were really loud and said cuss words**, because there were no children around to hear them. It was like being in a bar, without the smoke.
- I took care of some much-needed waxing, without the interruption of children or husband knocking on the bathroom door. Why is my bathroom the most popular room in the house? Especially when I'm in there with a pot of cooling wax and a spatula? Why? By the way, I did not wax my lady business while my friends were over. That would have been very weird, even for me.
- I'm now lying in bed, blogging and watching a show on Netflix that my husband would hate. I love it. And I can be as loud as I want and stay up as late as I want, because I get to sleep in tomorrow! Hooray!
Namasté, y'all!
* Actually, I think it is. The deed is in both of our names. The mortgage is entirely in my husband's name, because I make about twenty dollars a week teaching Pilates. Ergo, the equity must be mine. He's still paying for his part. Right?
** Okay, fine. I was really loud and said cuss words. My friends are nicer than that. Really.
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