Pin It I have a confession.
I saw you at the store today. You were looking at the pancake batter. I was picking up a few various and sundry items. I have to be honest…I sped up and walked quickly, avoiding your aisle altogether. It was not because I wouldn’t have liked to talk to you, but because I had no time.
I love the fact that discussions with you can be quite lengthy; however, I did not have the time to spend this evening…there were too many other things which had already ‘taken a number’ and were waiting in the wings for their turn.
So instead of making my presence known, I subtly moved to the cashier and made my purchase, glancing over my shoulder every now and again.
I drove home.
After preparing dinner for 19 people, making rolls which turned into a loaf of bread from rising too long, and whipping up three batches of cookie dough, I still find myself looking at the pile of Math tests I have yet to correct. Even now, I can still hear the incessant call of my bed upstairs as the clock rolls past ten.
Thanks, I knew you’d understand.