Saturday Night

Did I really come in on Saturday night and see my mother-in-law passed out on the living room floor? Did I leave my three little kids with the poser that posed as a grandma a few days earlier, saying that she would be happy to watch them while we went out to dinner?

We were only gone for two hours. More than a lot of scotch happened in those two hours. We left after they were all in bed and mostly asleep. We scrapped our plans for going to a hotel for some much needed...um...privacy in exchange for a nice dinner, in part because I wasn't all that hot on leaving the kids for too long.

But I did because I think I was high with the possibility of actually having something to do, somewhere to be - so much of my time here so far has been spent waiting for the hours to pass until I can go to bed. I wash dishes, I do laundry, I mess around on the computer forever (reading weblogs), I go to the grocery store, I take Jake to and from school, I talk to Molly and play with Sammy. I try to ignore the fact that I am unhappy here with a life in a house that's not my own and with no end in sight. So, when Chris asked Bunny Grandma to watch the kids so we could go out and she said she would, I almost got excited about something! I had an excuse to wash my hair, to put on perfume and wear my favorite bracelet. I was excited to have some time alone just to talk with this person that brought me here.

Turns out I had a lot more to say than I thought I did. Did I let my enthusiasm for these little things cloud my judgment when it came to the safety of my children? Probably. And they were and are fine. Thank you to whomever was really watching them.

Contributed by: C Linnen