Flying Solo

It’s a rare night in the Roberts house. It’s not my usual summer fare to be home on a Friday night.

The kids enjoyed a movie earlier with Daddy’s popcorn. I swear, the man makes the best popcorn around. It’s a treat for all of us, every time. Luke isn’t so lucky yet, as you can see in the photo above. He has started on the baby food, and man! Is he hungry! He’s eating more than I would have imagined at this point. And so the square of Roberts kids that will eat Shrek and I out of home is complete.

All four of the young ones are asleep, hubby is off to a bachelor party, and I have been given a gift. The house to myself (kind of), a little bit of energy to spare since I took it easy today with the kids… The thoughts than ran threw my mind went something like, ‘finish putting the pictures in the album!, figure out if I’ve set aside the birth pictures yet on the scrapbook pile!!, take a bath!!!, turn on the TV to see if a chick flick is on!!!!” And then, I had the good sense to just go pour a glass of catawba wine and sit down to this blog. Of course, I turned the TV on too, which isn’t usual for me, but now I’m sucked in, watching “Pretty Woman,” because, really, have I ever seen the whole thing?

I’d love to stay and chat, but my gut feeling is that I should put my feet up, drink a second catawba and enjoy watching Julia Roberts make America fall in love with her. And damn, this wine is delicious!

It was a great week. I lost some things, I won some things, and in the end, I’m grateful for all of it. Life is meant to be lived, and I plan to do just that.