Freedom: It Doesn't Suck

The day finally came. I put the elder on the bus to go to kindergarten. I dropped off the little one off at her first day of preschool.

I went and got myself a big, greasy, gut-bomb of a lunch that I then ate while sitting in front of my television watching an episode of The Hills that I DVRed. Hey, I figured, if I'm stuffing my gut with junk, I might as well stuff my brain with junk simultaneously. It made perfect sense at the time.

Then, I sat back and listened.

Nothing. The only sound came from the two goldfish in the kitchen who have the oddly endearing habit of slurping water at the surface of their bowl.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you that the silence was pure, unadulterated bliss. I actually felt a little guilty for having been granted this gift of free time.

For a long time, I thought about all of the things that I would do when this day came. I would clean the house, I would catch up on laundry, I would reorganize the kitchen cabinets.

I didn't feel like doing a damn thing, though. I guess that's where the guilt came from. I'm sure I'll get around to doing some of those things.

But not today.

Or tomorrow either.