Thank all that is good and holy for the wonderment that is soccer camp.
I am alone! Alone! Alone! Alone!
My husband is at his physical (poor baby...so not fun), Buffy is at the groomers (getting fresh pink bows) and my kids are at indoor soccer camp (offspring relief, rain or shine).
I've learned that at seven and fiver years old the kids can only go so long before they are absolutely sick of each other. And once they're sick of each other, mommy suffers. This does not bode well for our twenty-eight hour drive to Massachusetts.
I should be using this alone time to clean, or run, or write, or something. But I think I will curl up on the couch and watch a DVD. Maybe it's time to pop in that Eroscilator instructional DVD.