Ahhhh...there it is...just the chug of my washer and the clack of my keyboard...the children are nestled all snug in their beds...while visions of...whatever it is a 28 1/2 month old and almost-9 month old have visions of during their afternoon naps...
I decided upon Tiny Princess' lack of nap this morning, that we needed to GO SOMEWHERE...so I loaded up the diaper bag, buckled the kids into their car seats, and took off in BBs big ol' truck (actually, it's an Expedition, but still...). We headed up the road apiece to the Golden Arches where I indulged in a Quarter Pounder with Cheese...and French Fries...and a Coke. Not so good for the waistline, but boy howdy did it hit the spot today! Captain Chaos munched on his Nuggets and Apple Dippers (I refuse to buy that boy French Fries of his own), and we headed back down the road a bit more than apiece to our library.
We sat in the truck, under the shade of a gimongous old tree, ate our lunch, listened to Tiny Princess talk to herself, her toes, the back of the seat, the ceiling, her hands...pretty much whatever caught her eye, and then I offloaded the SUV...errr...I mean double stroller, and the kids, along with the diaper bag and my library card.
We headed into the library and I hit the Fiction section for me first of all, as Captain Chaos is still a bit too little to check out books...maybe next summer...besides, he has a library almost as big as the Library of Congress (or so it seems when I have to move the books)...so he won't need a library card until he's 27...
Anyway...I picked up one trashy romance novel (ok, not so trashy, but definitely not what you'd label "inspirational" or "thought provoking") and 5, count 'em 5, "Inspirational" paperbacks. I am afraid of checking out something "heavy" from the library...don't ask me why, they know who I am, they have my address and phone number to harass me when I forget to return my books...It is not as though I am haunting the aisles at Barnes & Nobles, or Borders nursing an overpriced latte and perusing Garrison Keihlor's latest publication, or thumbing through Les Miserables, or a James Joyce novel...I am a taxpaying citizen, and as such deserve to check out whatever the heck I want...
So, why is it, that when I get to the counter, the nice lady gives me that smile that says "Oh, you have to escape from your urchins by reading smut in the form of 'romance'...poor dear...perhaps you should have gone back to work."?????
Eh...whatever...sometimes, I don't want to think and I like to escape into a world someone else created...or at least makes real for me...its not as though I can really jump into the Time Machine and go back in time, or forward and meet the ELOI...right?!?!?!!? So, that being said, I'm going to curl up on my bed, read a semi-trashy book, and snooze for a little bit...better than watching the carpet dry!
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