Kathy said around during nap time on June 20, 2007

Once or twice a year, I get the entire house to myself for a week.  This happens to be one of those weeks.  Like anyone, I take advantage of the alone time, and do things I wouldn’t normally do.  Like eat right out of the salsa jar, leave dishes laying around all willy nilly and let the laundry pile up.  Then the kid goes to bed and all hell breaks loose.  It’s like a giant one woman slumber party.  I waltz around in my pajamas, drink beer, pop in The Holiday and chat online with my friends and call them whores (You know who you are).  I eat in bed, I work in bed, I listen to chick music and dance around in my underwear.  I go through my closet and try on everything in it and throw it all in a pile on the floor.  I pull out every cosmetic and product I own and test them all.  I dig around under my bed for unfinished projects like sticker collections, sock monkeys and photo albums that are all half finished and spread them out all over the room.  It’s probably a good thing I don’t keep gallons of ice cream in the house.

Why I am compelled to do all these things simply because no one is here watching is not entirely clear to me.  But if someone unexpectedly showed up at my door they’d be greeted by me in my pj’s, wearing a face mask, all my nails painted a different color, with a Stella in my hand and something like Gwen Stefani blasting from my bedroom. The dogs are still looking at me funny.