It's the little things...

Some things in life are just that good. Some things in life are not worth the compromise, such as... real butter, real bacon, dark chocolate, Jose Cuervo, unlimited long distance, name brand control top pantyhose, an extra lock on the bedroom door, a bottle (not a box) of Merlot, higher thread count sheets, home-made ice cream, and Starbucks coffee.

Some experiences in life are just that good. Some experiences I wouldn't trade for the world: the all encompassing love of a really good man (hubby), the all out laughter of each of my children, the steadfast loyalty of amazing friends, laughter through tears, late night in the driveway conversations, and the sound of the locusts at the end of a perfect summer evening.

Some things in life you'd rather forget... labor (need I say more?), the rank smell of teenagers that obviously forgot the deodorant, the negative balance of a checking account, the screech of the tires before you totalled the car, strip poker, the hangover from the afore mentioned poker game, and the number on the scale the last time you weighed.

Some things in life are worth chasing the dream for: a lake house, a speed boat, liposuction, grandchildren, a healthy bank balance, a 50 year anniversary celebration, well adjusted children (after the therapy), dark chocolate and Starbucks coffee.

What now?

You know its bad when the kids are still out of town and my hubby and I are content to nap, and by nap I mean really sleep. If it weren't for the dogs the house would be completly still. Odd how you can't wait for the phone to stop ringing, the door to quit open and shutting, the refridgerator to stay closed and then when it does it calls your whole exsistence into question. The thought occurred to me, as I wandered aimlessly from room to room, to tackle all the after Christmas chaos. Perhaps, this would be a good time to do some deep cleaning... and then thankfully, a girlfriend called! "By all means, let's go to Starbucks!"

There is something deeply soothing about the fabulous aroma at Starbucks. We cradled and caressed those coffee cups, inhaling deeply... is it possible to make love to a cup of coffee? (sorry honey, but I might seriously have an affair with a Cafe Mocha). That's why Starbucks is so popular you know. That's why people are willing to pay an arm and a leg. And slowly, slowly life began to have purpose again. Slowly, slowly with the help of friendship and caffeine I felt like part of the human race again. Human race, you know the one, the race that runs the race. The rat race (I hate rats! Need a new name for the race... am open to suggestions).

Seriously, if the lab techs suddenly pulled the wheel out of the cage, what would all the rats do? If all the baby rats went off to Grandma's house for a week, would they clean the cage? Doubtful. And when they went to the grocery store for cheese, they wouldn't have to buy the usual hunk, they would purchase just a slice and think "this is what it would be like it it were just the two of us." That's what it felt like. I purchased one roasted chicken, no sides, no desert, no pop, nothing. I would have soooo much money!!!!

The kids come home tomorrow.