I'd rather be with the kids

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.