If I were a character in a book, my morning would read like this

It was only 9 o'clock in the morning, and she had finished all her pressing assignments for the upcoming youth church event and emailed them off. She had browsed facebook, pinterest, and the blogosphere. She had updated her calendar with all of the important (as well as the completely useless) school dates for October. She had gotten tired of jumping up from the computer every ten minutes to check on the kids only to remember all her kids were at school. What to do, what to do?

"I know!" she thought. "I'll go to the quilt shop! I never get to do that alone, just for fun!" So she grabbed her purse and booked it out the door like the house was haunted. Halfway down the road, she flipped a U-ey in the middle of the street and headed back home for her phone. She left the car running in the drive as she hustled up the stairs and grabbed her phone off the computer desk. Back out and down the road she went, pretending she didn't feel like she was purposeless.

Sitting on the bench outside the locked door of the quilt shop ten minutes later, she felt like a total loser for not even considering that the shop may not be open at 9:15am. She had never gotten anywhere this early, so she wasn't to know the opening times of shops; she was much more well-versed in when things closed. So there she sat thinking that she'll just wait until the place opens. She had nothing else to do, after all.

After 20 minutes of that, though, she felt more like a fool than ever. Was she really going to sit there in a parking lot, alone, and stare at the gravel for 45 minutes? Grrrr! She went home via the gas station where a Coke heche en Mexico and a ham and cheese kolache did little to improve her self-esteem.

The end.

I hate no kids at home.