Right now...

I am having a hot McD's date with my #8 and my laptop. Enjoying some ME, MYSELF and I time. Something I seem to get more and more of lately.

I enjoy the fact that my IL's LOVE to take the kids overnight, and my parents too. I am SO lucky to have that, and both of them within an hours drive. I think it's best for the kids, to bond with their grandparents, and me to bond with myself.

I swear that is what got me through postpartum and other life depression. Little breaks, I mean SO many people don't get that break, and I know many of you are reading this now. I wish that all mom's could just get a reality break, and get some stare at the wall time. Not just to hop in the shower, or sleep (even though some will take just that)

My McD's is a magical place. It's right by my house, which is trouble for me. It's an easy hop in the car and two blocks away I have golden arch happiness.

I'm not so much a drive through girl. I do enjoy drive throughs with my boxers when I can, but the kids enjoy eating inside, and so do I. I call it the "fancy" McD's. We have pleather seats, big flat screen t.v.'s it has NO play place which I love. It's tiny and it's my place to chill.

Sounds kinda gay that I love to sit at McD's but mine is more contemporary then most. Very netural tones, very chill.

I love to watch the people.

There is a dad and his son enjoying breakfast, it would be better if the dad put down his cell phone, I try to not use mine when I'm out with the kids.

There's a mom with her little girl, enjoying pancakes, reminds me of when it was just Bagel and me at our McD dates.

The one that got me chocked up this morning? The cute older couple. Reminds me of Spaghetti's Gramma and Grampa, they got their coffee, and there McMuffins. Just enjoying the company of each other. Makes me miss Spaghetti's gramma. It's only been 17 months, and with her birthday next week I think she is even more on everyone's mind.

Wow I wasn't going to make myself cry in McD's but I did...

I did promise Spaghetti I would use this kid free day to clean the house, and as much as I kick myself for promising that, I think it's a good way for me to clean the house, I don't like to let him down.

I do think a trip to the store for some canned Starbucks happiness is due. I stayed at my friends house for HOURS last night. I swore I was just picking up catalogs, and after swapping stories about her daugher and how they found her brain tumor, and how we've tried and tried to understand my sisters Dystonia.

I have SO much more to blog on, but coffee and a dirty house are calling my name. Maybe later.