Freedom.

Today, I wore my new, favorite t-shirt. It's gray.



And. For a three-hour span of time, I also happened to send four children to school. Simultaneously. I liken it to a fit of engineering genius, having arranged the schedules like-so. After (almost) seven years, I have tasted the sweet freedom that is having children of school-age.




Oh. It is good.


So, what does one do on her first day of freedom? Glad you asked.


Here I am not caring that there are dirty dishes in the sink from breakfast and lunch. Not shown: tornado that is our kitchen after a meal involving three young kiddies. Didn't care much about that either.

Here I am dancing to "Fire Burning" by Sean Kingston, while simultaneously (wow, have I used that word twice in one post?) giving this laundry pile the finger. Screw you laundry pile, you will not ruin my freedom.





Here I am, post-run. Yes, I actually managed to exercise AND shower before 8:00 p.m. And here is my new, favorite, gray t-shirt.





Here I am on facebook. But let's face it, I am on facebook everyday--this is not that exciting or overly special. Perhaps it is monumental that I am not ignoring my children so that I can cyber-stalk. Today while I played computer lurker, they may actually have been learning to read.

Here I am enjoying a 98% fat free hot dog, on a fat-free bun, while catching up on People Mag. Or what I like to refer to as heaven on a diet.

And before you know it, my time was up and I was back in the mini (van), picking up the little tykes and hauling it over to the big girl's school for carpool. Then to the park to burn off the last of the energy fumes they were functioning on, as witnessed by L ACTUALLY remaining still enough to watch TV when we returned home, and then falling asleep in a half sitting/half laying position.

Yes, I have had sitters before, but that has generally entailed me leaving the house. No more! I have reclaimed my space for six hours a week! Six glorious hours to watch "The Real World" and listen to gangsta rap and eat M&M's without having to hide them (or explain why it's okay for mommy to eat junk, but not kids). Six hours to live without censorship.

Although, I am just kidding about the gangsta rap--that is not so much my style as power ballads of the 80's and 90's. I did, however, hear Bon Jovi's "I'll Be There For You" on the radio today while in the carpool line, and that DEFINITELY made my day, as it is a favorite, yet less-frequently played hit from my favorite band. Of. All. Time.

Now, if the entire Bon Jovi "New Jersey" album could have been playing while I was reading People Magazine and eating my fat-free meat products..well, I would call that heaven, on a diet, with really cool tunes.

And I will leave you with that.