A Kiss On My Naked Hip And A Mimosa By My Bed

Today...

I woke up with a kiss on my naked hip and a mimosa by my bed.
I drank my tea in silence.
I blared music with the bathroom door wide open while taking a long, hot shower.
I shaved my legs.
I had tater tots and diet coke for lunch.
I closed my eyes whenever I wanted.

And now I am writing, without time constraint or end of nap deadline.  
Bliss.

Thank you to my husband for hearing my Mother's Day Plea and to my little man for leading me around by the hand to marvel at rocks on the ground and birds in the sky during the 30 minutes I saw you today.

It's Mother's Day, Please Leave Me Alone

My article appeared in the Nashville Scene this week, my plea for freedom.  And sleep. And alcohol.
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Dear Loving Partner,

Don't take me to brunch for Mother's Day. Don't buy me flowers or chocolate. You're allowed to make me breakfast in bed, but then: Kindly disappear. Leave me to linger at the edge of sleep for as long or as briefly as I want.

If you love me, take my child away and leave me in peace. Let me stare out the window and read a book in my Wonder Woman pajamas with the dog on my lap and a big black hair growing out of my top lip. More...