Does anyone remember the episode of The Cosby Show where they built a locked room for Claire, and when it’s finished, she goes in, locks the door, and calls her sister? And she says to her sister, “Do you hear that?” and she waves the long corded phone receiver in the air, then she puts it back to her ear and says, “Silence!” and breaks into a fit of hysterical giggles.
That’s where I am right now.
Except I’m not at home. I’m in a beautiful 4-star hotel room (dirt cheap, courtesy of Priceline), all by myself. Me and my laptop.
Do you hear that?
(Except by the time you read this, I will be back home because wireless connection at this lovely hotel costs $9.95 a day and that’s just ridiculous. So I’m typing now and will post tomorrow.)
I checked in this afternoon (Saturday) and will stay through tomorrow afternoon while Michael is at home with the kids. Then we’ll switch, and he’ll have the room through Monday afternoon. He came up with this brrrrrilliant idea – which was a little self-serving because he has a lot of work to catch up on and quite a bit of planning to do for 2011 and can’t do it all in the midst of the homefired chaos – but nonetheless, this fish is biting. He’s planning to use his retreat for work, and I just took a hot bath and painted my toenails for the first time since October.
(Just the toenails part. It was at least Christmas the last time I bathed.)
I have books and my iPod and my laptop…and my sleep mask and all-natural sleep aid tablets. Oooohhhh, yes. Mama is going to sleep.
I’ve told God that I’m here and listening if He has anything to say. So far, nothing. But that’s okay.
I could use a wee bit o’silence. (What mom couldn’t?) I’m loving this. Especially since I followed through this week on my threat to the kids that I was going to change my name. After a full day of “Mom. Moooom! Mom? Mama? Hey, mom. Mommy. Mom. Mom…” I told them I was no longer answering to any of the preceding names. I was hereby known as and would only answer to Talulah Ballulah Flower Pot.
(I figure that this new name was enough of a mouthful that they would only say it once.)
The next step is to retrain their first instinct to call my name and my name only.
Repeat after me. Duh – Aaaa – Duh. Daaaaaad.
Now, if you will please excuse me. There’s a chick flick on free HBO that is calling my name…