How strange it is to sit here alone on a Saturday night with nothing but my favorite Van Morrison cd and glass of wine. I can't even remember the last time I have a done this. The princess is at a four hour bday party (lucky me, poor bday Mom) and that cute guy in the pic is still away (come home, I miss you). What did I used to do with my Saturday nights before I was a Mum? Oh wait, one of those probably led to me becoming a Mum:) Even when life is crazy hectic, our home is a disaster and I feel as though I could scream...I still wouldn't go back even if I could. For as long as I can remember, the most important thing to me was becoming a Mum, next was falling in love.....check and check. Life is good.
I have been thinking as of late that I will dig out my novel and get back at it...finish it once and for all. Many Saturday nights were spent writing, drinking wine, editing, shedding a few tears, and more writing......I think this is what I will do with my Saturday night...get back to my book....get reaquainted with the Small Boobed Waitress.....if for no other reason than to make my friend Janice happy, she says she needs to know what happens next.
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