Bells to be rung/and a wonderful fling to be flung

by Amy Turn Sharp


It was amazing last night. I love my man. I also loved being without the children.
I know that sounds like well- mean and wretched and I don't care. The rearing of children and the attention to ones own life is so freaking exhausting.
I also realized that last night at the video shop that I am in constant hurry. I don't know how to go from point A to point B slowly and directly without much stress involved. I am always bustling wee ones and running late and backtracking it seems.

Last night we went to the dance class and laughed and laughed and then after being reminded that I could take my time (such novelty) we spent 35 minutes in the video isles laughing, choosing, and yes even a bit of practicing our steps.

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