Either the drugs are finally kicking in, or my brain finally found that hidden stash of seratonin. This morning as I was dancing around the kitchen to Dar Williams I realized for a bizarre second, I was happy. Not “this is nice” happy, but “Life ROCKS!” happy. The dance around your kitchen, kiss your kids, and ignore the whining kind of thrilling wave, that is rare as a gay unicorn in mommyland (for me) sometimes.
It could be that mommy and daddy found some special time. It could be that sometimes seeing President Bush fixing a medal on someone with a screwed up mouth, makes me think “this is what the bastard looks like in the sack.” Or it could be that work is like a festival of goofiness as we make ready for our annual auction. I’m putting together our slideshow and enjoying putting in dirty jokes, just so I can see my boss blush.
It could also be because I think Paige is the cutest little swearing mommy I ever did have the pleasure to instant message with…. and meeting someone with a bad mouth, a big heart, and a good pen on her is happiness incarnate.
I know it’s not sophisticated, or lush, or literary, but it’s what I have.
And it’s good.