Last week I had two whole hours all to myself when all three of my kids were in school. This is a rare treat. Time for me! I was kind of at a loss for what to do with myself. I didn't want to go home and do chores. This was special time. I can grumble and moan about the dishes and the bathroom floor while the kids are with me.
So, I decided to grab my notebook and head to the library to find a quiet spot to just write. Imagine the luxury! I would be able to complete thoughts, write whole sentences and maybe even brainstorm some new ideas. I practically skipped through the front doors.
Then I did something entirely foreign to me. I turned left into the grown-up part of the library instead of turning right into the children's room! It was a whole new world! Mind you, I've been going to this library at least once a week for the past three years, but I discovered two whole rooms I didn't know where there! I've run briefly into the grown-up stacks to grab a mystery novel occasionally, but I had never explored this part of the library. So, I wandered around for a bit just admiring the books, tables, computers, and such. Then I found a cozy cubbyhole for myself and got settled.
I started writing. Oh the joy! The peace! The...snorting and sniffling of the people next to me. Gross! There were two people hacking all over the place. It was so disgusting I had to move. I circled around the room looking for a place far enough away from the germ-fest, but ours is a small library. So, I went back to the front of the library and headed for the children's room. Back where I belong. I found a desk spot and cheerfully listened to kids playing as I wrote. The children's librarian was baffled to see me without my normal hip attachments, but I explained that I tried being a grown-up, but couldn't. I'd rather be with the kids.