With an Eye Towards Summer

Another long day at work. Once again, my husband had to make his own dinner. That is three times this week so far.

Ina Garten, also known as Barefoot Contessa, once said, "If I don't cook my husband dinner, there is someone out there who will." I think I need to write that on a post-it note and stick it right above my desk at work.

These are the weeks that I long for vacation, long for the sweetness of sleeping in, sipping (or in my case gulping) a cup of coffee in an Adirondack chair and doing absolutely nothing else.

I haven't talked to my family in some time and I am starting to feel drained. There are certain people I need to talk to on a weekly basis, and if I don't it catches up with me. I wonder if that is why people go to confession. Feelings, stories, questions, he-saids and she-saids fill up.

So this is a public confession to my husband and to my family.

The weekend is coming soon: dinner will be on the table and the phone will ring.