15 minutes

It's Saturday.

We have waffles on Saturday

(usually)

Today we did.

Now Dusty and the girls are gone to get a small tractor

I don't know what we will use it for...

maybe mucking out corals

or plowing snow.

It doesn't really matter

that's Dusty's department.

I mostly think he just wants something to tinker with.

They are gone.

I have 15 minutes to myself

(literally)

I am off to have lunch with a very old friend

(not literally age wise- just long in the sense that we have been friends since the dawn of my time)

I am excited.

nervous a little.

It's been a couple of years since we've seen one another

life gets so busy

I hope nothing has changed

I hope it's still easy

I showered today

(which is not that exciting)

but

I hate when I am getting ready to go

and I look in the mirror

I see the things I don't like about myself

Some days are worse than others.

As dusty left 

he shook his head as I was checking myself in the mirror (again)

I wish I could see what he saw.

or what my kids see

or friends.

Probably anyone other than me

or the kid who picked on me.

This post really wasn't supposed to be so melodramatic.

I love my children to pieces 

and Dusty

and life

but sometimes

it is really nice to have an entire 15 minutes of quiet.

Just to think

Just to be me.