Confessions of a Slacker Wife

“I love the man and I know I ‘ll miss him, but shout hallelujah once he’s backed his car down the driveway and off the property. I know I’ve got five whole days at home with myself and the kids. Five days of reading my novel late into the night with a box of rice crackers on my lap if I want it. Five days of leaving my bras and panties and Tshirts strewn around the bedroom floor and chair backs. This, at least on a temporary basis, is bliss.”

Needless to say, I don’t get it. Why can’t she read in bed when her husband is around again? Oh yeah, I’m not married, so I don’t understand. And thankfully, I don’t think I want to. This is a book of “I’ve heard it all before.” And while parts are catchy and clever and her voice works with the topic at hand, sometimes, just sometimes I wanted to say “Yeah, I know. I got it. You said that. Next chapter.” And it was a short read to begin with. Same ol, same ol I bet you read it in Redbook. Don’t bother.