So why didn’t anyone tell me being a mom with a toddler can suck on the 4th of July? See, while the rest of the world was out watching fireworks, and having picnics, I stayed home. Emma is just at that age, 2 1/2, where she can’t stay awake to watch fireworks. And where I live we’re not allowed to shoot them off, and you have to drive into the city and join the mob of people waiting to watch the ‘Big’ ones. And Emma can barely stand in line at the grocery store, let alone stay seated on a blanket for hours on end!
And then, this is a rare confession so enjoy it, I was watching the Seattle fireworks on the local station and they started panning the crowd. And I saw all these couples watching with excitement, and cuddling, or sitting together as a family. And I had that pang. That pang of Oh I wanna guy to hold me like that. While we sing along with the cheesy music being played in time to the fireworks. Usually I’m happy being single, with just me and Emma–who is my world. But every once in awhile, a bit of reality of how the rest of the world works slips in and I let myself have that fantasy. Where I’m with a guy, leaning against a hard chest, with his hairy arms wrapped around me. Ha! Killed the moment, didn’t I? Hairy arms. *snicker* But actually I like guys with body hair, so sue me.
Anyway, I woke up this morning and the nostalgic moment was gone. I’m once again fine being single. Now if someone could just yell at me and tell me to get my butt in gear and start writing the Caveman entry again. I was doing great for a couple of days, but now… now I’m just a bit ho hum about everything. Grrr. And I really like what I’ve written so far, and Lacy likes what I’ve written, so why aren’t I on the Writing Train going 100mph?
All right, I’ve blabbed on enough. How was your fourth everyone? Your long weekend if you had one?
But then again, on that dating note, maybe I should just find myself a good guy to settle down with. Nice, wholesome, doesn’t make waves. Someone like, say, him…. or is that a her?
