You know what’s awesome about insomnia? I have nearly all the time I want to read in the middle of the night. And that is what I did on Saturday night when the sleep eluded me.
I read about two more of the friends. One of whom was sort of obsessed with her children. She didn’t even like being out visiting her friends because she liked being home with her children. 
Now, my situation is slightly different, but I could understand this. Aside from Detroit Mommies, which is a completely volunteer thing that I do, I have a full-time job. My kids and I are out the door by 7 a.m., to day care by 7:10 and then home by about 5 p.m. When people suggest we go to a movie or have dinner on a Friday night, it’s sort of hard to accept. I mean, we just left our kids at day care all that day, and all that week for that matter, and I can’t imagine asking someone else to care for them, much less ask them to be away from us again.
I realize it’s healthy for my husband and I to go on dates, but we miss our kids. We are more likely to go on a Saturday or Sunday evening.
But there is time, like this week, when I really, really wish I could leisurely walk through Target, sit and watch shows geared to people over…..well, 3. Sometimes I wish I could do those things poolside somewhere warm.
So while it’s hard to leave my children, I recently have started (as they have gotten older-ish) that I can still be me. I can get away.
And man do I wish I had 10 close friends who were equally close to each other who I could get together with in different parts of the country and drink wine.
But anyway. I can’t wait to read more in the book, though most nights, I wish the sleep would come.
