Free at Last

I escaped today. I managed to carve out an afternoon of nothingness. Nothingness sans children, that is. The euphoria of the child free afternoon bubbled inside of me as I danced my way out of the house to my car intent on getting myself to Borders. I ignored the screams of my children as they protested my leaving and yelled "good luck" to Chris over their hysteria. When I just had one child, I would have felt guilt at leaving when I saw the tears. After three children, I just giggle and run before my husband can change his mind.

I sipped coffee, ate a scone and browsed books to my heart's content. I did some retail therapy at Ann Taylor Loft (shhh, don't tell the hubbie) and even took in a matinee. It was perfect.

After the movie, the reality of Wegmans awaited. But Wegmans child free is a wonder. No crying, no bribes. Just me, leisurely strolling the aisles as I marked items of my list.

As I checked out, the college student/check out clerk made small talk with me. He admired the weather and noted how busy the grocery store was today. And then he asked, "Did you do anything really, truly exciting this weekend?"

I laughed. "Exciting? Hmmm, probably not."

"No?" The clerk smiled.

"Well, this is exciting for me, " I said with a grin. "I have three children under the age of five. So going grocery shopping without children in tow and hearing crying or tantrums that I have no responsibility for - well, that, to me is exciting."

The clerk's smile faded as he stared at me. Then he said, "Wow, that's pretty pathetic."

It's a good pathetic, though. I came home to a smothering of hugs and kisses from Aidan and Brennan and excited sqeals from Griffin in the high chair. I took the boys outside to push them on the swing and then sat on the grass with Griffin and watched Chris play football with the older boys. We laughed and cuddled. We chased and tackled. We enjoyed each other.

Nothing pathetic in that. Nothing at all.