My Monday

Last night was the first night in a week that Laci and I stayed home.

I even made dinner.

If you count some pasta goulash-y thing as dinner.

Which I do, because it ended up tasting pretty good.

It was one of those concoctions you just make up as you go along

using whatever you find in the fridge and pantry.

I bribed Laci with snacks while I cooked.

By the time dinner was actually done, I don't think she was hungry anymore.

But I was.

And proceeded to inhale my food

in the very motherly fashion I've grown accustomed to over the past year.

The point is, I stayed home, by myself, and survived.

I guess deep down I knew I would, but it still wasn't fun.

It was lonely, and boring, and quiet.

Three things I don't like, especially the quiet part.

Laci and I went outside after dinner to water some plants and get some chores done.

Or at least that is what I had in mind.

SHE, on the other hand, had wandering in mind.

She knows no boundaries.

She has no fears.

She just knows she can walk and walking will get you places.

Away from your mother.

Can't get a thing done with this little girl around.

So, we decided to walk down the driveway to get the mail.

I didn't think she'd make it the whole way, but she did.

And then, she didn't want to walk back to the house.

Even carrying the mail didn't convince her to walk back.

To the mailbox - walked straight as an arrow.

Back to the house - walked like a drunken sailor on a ship in a sea storm.

I need a cage for her, or at least an impenetrable fence.

I don't know if there is a difference between the two,

but fence sounds more humane than cage.

Humanity aside, I need to contain her.

In the back of my mind is a little voice right now saying,

"Yeah right, she'll just LOVE that idea."

*Sigh* Who wants to do chores anyway?

P.S.  Today is Tuesday, I ate pizza at my mom's house, and let someone else chase Laci.