It is a cold, rainy, gray day. The snow is starting to melt and making a muddy mess. There is a mountainesque pile of dog shit in my back yard that finds its way in between the dog's feet and all over my kitchen floor. The kids are screaming at each other about everything and nothing at all. I am deflecting demands a break neck pace. "Get me this" "I want to go out in the mud". Than there is the grunting that takes place of actual verbal skills. The needling...the needling...the needling...
I find myself having that fantasy again. The one where I run away to a Caribbean island and spend infinite hours on the beach sipping fruify drinks and my sole concern is my tan. I get a job at resort and sometimes I send word home.
No one bitches here. Everyone is so goddamn happy because they left all their worries at home. I have quiet when I want it. I can crap all by myself. No one is bitching at me that the snack they got wasn't the one they wanted. Every waking moment of my life is not being monopolized by another human being, there is no whining and I am not responsible for anyone or anything other than myself.
A girl can dream. Now excuse me while I go wipe someone else's ass.
