Time

by Kami Cornwall

As I wave goodbye to my kids headed for school and the door closes, I smile. I have this whole day to myself! I'm on Spring Break this week (which doesn't coincide with their spring break.) It should really be called Spring-Week-To-Get-Caught-Up-On-Taxes/Writing/Laundry/And-Everything-Else.

Also? When I'm alone...I hold conversations with my dogs. I'm turning into THAT lady. The crazy lady who thinks her dogs actually understand what she's saying. The psycho lady who can feel that her dog is glaring at her and probably plotting her demise.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Malcolm? You should know by now that I'm not going to open that door for you anymore. See...that's why it's called a "doggie door." You have a hole. See the hole? I'm staying right here and you can walk through any time you feel like it."
     *evil glare from the cute beagle*
"Seriously. I don't know why we're still discussing this. Come in if you want to come in."
     *Malcolm glares at the doggie door and then turns his back*
"Whatever, dude. You can pretend it's not there all you want but it doesn't change the facts. I no longer have to cater to your every whim. You have to take some initiative now."
     *Dog uses the doggie door and plops down on his bed with his favorite chew-toy - a blue lamb. He slowly pulls out its stuffing and removes it's squeaker, then looks up at me expressionless...or possibly with the thought, "This lamb represents you one day...very soon."

I think it's time to turn on some music. And possibly talk to some other human beings. Very soon.