I need to not cook or do laundry.
I need to not get up at 5:30 on a weekend to write, only to hear my son’s small feet come padding down the stairs at 6:02.
I need to be alone.
Just for 24 hours. I haven’t been alone since, well, it was over a year ago my husband and son went out of town and I stayed home.
I had a homemade writing retreat weekend. http://moniquemadigan.livejournal.com/17217.html
Some people never need alone-time.
So I’m going to the beach tomorrow after my son’s football game. Just for 24 hours. I will not negotiate with anyone, cook, clean, or experience early birdly-ness. I will have thoughts that run their course uninterrupted.
They may be dull and trite, but they will be uninterrupted!