My husband has essentially kicked me out of my Mom Cave (which is his original Man Cave). Boo Hoo. Okay, don't feel too sorry for me. He's so geek-a-licious that he resurrected a laptop of mine that crashed in 2009. Since that time, my only option was to brave the stank of his lair or to blog on my phone.
Problem is, I kind of got used to his lair. I ignored his boy yuck. I pretended that it was my spaaaaaa. Ahhhhhh.
My Mom Cave. My reprieve during the day. A place where I can sneak away from the Little Cave People when they aren't looking. A place where I can breathe.
Wanna know where the laptop is? In the kitchen. Is this my lair?
But, you can blog and see the kids,
Here's an example:
This is what is going on right now. Under my chair. This is all happening right now as I'm trying my best to think, to feel and to write.
This. This is what is going on under there. The second I sit, they are drawn to me like a moth to a flame. They are loud. They are energetic. And, they are distracting.
Down there. Under my chair.
Up here, I am trying...to...focus...on writing about life.
Down there, under my chair, they are living it.
This entry was written in response to the letter prompt "U" in the Blogging A to Z Challenge 2012.