Tuesday, June 30, 2009


So despite a delay caused by my inability to convince the ferry service to transport my children on a boat full of combustibles and toxic chemicals, I managed to get the little...uh...treasures off to their dad's for a Canada Day that will hopefully be filled with lots of laughs, togetherness and roasted marshmallows, and a minimum of bickering, fire-pit mishaps, and firecracker-mangled body parts.

This means that I....wait for it....HAVE THE HOUSE TO MYSELF FOR TWO AND A HALF DAYS!!111!!!111!


Odd thing is, I hardly know what to do with myself. I've already tidied the living room; got the kitchen mostly in order; went on a quest with my dog-catcher buddy to catch a stray husky (it eluded us, the sneaky devil); collected the laundry from all over the house (literally--there was a pair of dirty socks in the deep freeze. Don't ask); got the garbage ready to go out to the curb tomorrow; walked my dog with her new jabby collar that prevents her from strangling herself while simultaneously crushing the bones of my hands; eaten pizza (frozen, but still not bad); poured myself a Caesar; spent an hour looking at stuff on the internet I wouldn't want my mom to know about; watched some TV; did some editing; and now I'm watching Futurama (the episode with the anchovies) and doing this blog post. And coming to a realization that has shaken me to my very core.

I actually *gasp* miss my kids.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm overjoyed to see the rotten little cubs leave the den to go hang with papa bear for a few days. But it is hard to adjust to the lack of noise, arguing, mayhem and general distraction they create. But I swear, as god is my witness, I will not waste this time alone. I will write. I will fold nine loads of clean clothes and *shudder* put them away. I will vacuum and dust, without having to worry about a pack of young'uns following me around undoing all my good work. I will stay up as late as I want reading dirty books. I will dance around my house in my underpants if the spirit takes me.

Cue bagpipes and a gut-wrenching close-up of Mel Gibson's face as you scream one single, inspiring word with me: FREEDOM!!!

That is all.


MB (Leah) said...


Damn, Kirsten, you get so much done in one day considering you "hardly know what do do with...yourself."

I'm not working, nor do I have kids, and yet, I get nothing done. Spend the whole day messing around on the computer. *sigh*

I understand you missing the kids even though it's nice to have a break.

They'll be back before you know it and chaos will reign again. :)

Have a fun few days off!

Oh and Happy Canada Day.

word veri: cool name- roucana

kirsten saell said...

Yeah, well, I've never understood those women who weep when they see their kids off to camp for a week--they look at me funny when I do a victory dance as the bus drives off.

And I don't miss them miss them, if you know what I mean. It's just hard switching gears--from chaos to calm in the blink of an eye.

And my house is still largely a mess, too. It will take more than a couple days of work to right this disaster area.

Word ver: ralameis. I think that will be heroine #1's name in the work I'm planning for EC--which has evolved into an erotic f/f/m fantasy in my head. "Mei" for short. Perhaps roucana will be heroine #2? Now I just need a manly name for my tribal prince...

jenn said...

Don't forget the 2.5 hours of listening to me wangst about the same shit I've been wangsting about for the last 4 months.

(Comnati... meh. I still think it should have an x in it.)

kirsten saell said...

Ahh, but the shit you wangst about is much more interesting than any of the shit I have to wangst about, Jenn. And it's much more fun to talk on the phone when you don't have a freaking dog and pony show going on right next to your head.

Of course, my cry of freedom was premature. He's sending them back on the earliest boat tomorrow--I have to pick them up at 7:30--oy...

laughingwolf said...

uh-huh... i recall well those days, and like you, missed them when i took them back to the ex, once the weekend was over

now all in their 20s, i still miss them... must be a parental thing?