Intro

The previous entry was pretty much a vignette of my life. I am married. I am a mother. I am a sahm. My days consist of my child yapping constantly. Incessantly without a point. Blahblah Dora blahblah Olie Polie blahblah gymguy blahblah Trevor. Punctuated periodically with "Can I have some milk?" or "Will you play with me?" or "Can I paint?" (which might as well mean "can I do something that will require your constant attention and will take at least 30 minutes to clean up afterwards?") Every once in a while I get an idea that borders on lunacy: to leave the house. It takes about 2 hours to get ready to go 2 miles. Ten minutes after we are gone the kid has to go potty. Let's not even think about the carsickness.