Send me to my room......PLEASE!....................

In observing a young mom trying to cope with her cranky kids in the store the other day, I couldn't help but find it amusing that all the things I used to do (or threaten to do) to my kids as a means of controlling un-suitable behaviors, are all the things I long for as an adult.

How great would it be if someone said to me, "Go to your room, and don't come out until you have thought about your behavior, and how you might handle things in the future." I would happily comply, assuming that is, there was some imaginary person waiting in the wings to handle all of the things that I would normally be doing outside of my room. I could lay on my bed and rehash the details, rewrite the outcome, imagine a "do over." Then I would repeat the sequence sprawed out on the floor, and finally compair all of my ideas in a leisurely fashion reclined on my bedside chair. When whomever had prounced the punishment returned to see if I had learned my lesson, I would have a whole new perspective to share with him/her.

And then there is the question "If you were stranded on a deserted island, what one person would you want to be stranded with?" My question is "Do I HAVE to pick someone to be with me? Can't I just be ALL alone?" Once upon a time, long long ago, when I was single, worked outside of my home, and my children would go to their father's house every other weekend, I used to turn off the phone, shut up the house and go the entire two and a half days without talking to anyone. (But myself of course.) It was heaven! Mostly, because I didn't have to worry about meeting anyone's needs but my own.

People tell me I will miss ______ when they/it are/is gone. (And even though I think to myself, "Are they nuts?" I don't argue, because I know they just might be right.) I guess this it along the same lines of "not appreciating something until it is gone," or "wanting what you don't have, grass always greener on the other side of the fence" kind of thing. Sometimes I even get sad looking back to the time my kids were little and safe under my roof. This saddness is always fleeting, and I really am happy that they are living their own lives as I have have been living mine. It is all part of the cycle of life, as it should be, and I really wouldn't change a thing.

When I sat down to write todays post, I really didn't have a topic, so I decided to do the morning routine first, confident that when I came back to the computer the blog topic would have formed in my head. I find it interesting that the above came out, because it obviously was on my mind even though not in my conscious thoughts. Maybe it's time to plan an escape. Even if it is only a ten minutes detour from the daily grind. I think I could manage that without anyone noticing.