Desires
Asher is away with his grandmother for a few hours, probably for the first time. I am alone in the house and I’m supposed to be working because I have this little book to edit called Lebanon.
I don’t want to be all thinky, though. I just want to go outside in the coolish morning and sit in the hot tub in the shade. I want to drink shameless morning cocktails all by myself. Or with a shameless friend, who is over 21 and doesn’t call me “mommy.”
I have recently discovered my inner drinker. My children helped me find her; she was locked deep within me and yearning to come out into the sunshine.
I didn’t truly discover the sacrament of coffee until Lucas was a baby. I didn’t truly discover the medicinal use of alcohol until this year.
Call me Mother of the Year.
OK. Back to Lebanon, where everything is peaceful and tolerant.
