Life sans Gurdle. Liberation at last!

Before you read any further, I'm going to go ahead and insert the sound of screeching tires, well, [here]. Now it's done, and you're prepared.

I quit my play group.

I did what?

Yes, I quit my play group.

Suffice it to say that it has apparently taken me a good year and a half to figure out that play groups are not a good place for fostering healthy adult relationships, and therefore should be no place for my children to foster any sort of relationships. Granted, I think I'm leaving with a few friendships still intact, but all in all I see it as a socially retarted (and emotionally) exhausting catastrophe. I mean, really. Why behave worse than the children you're trying to raise properly? Why? I mean, they're the toddlers -- we're the adults. But for Pete's sake (whoever Pete is), play groups just do not follow the rules of logical social engagement.

And here it is that I will insert a huge, emphatic sigh of relief. [Consider it inserted]

Not having structured activities to attend or egos to humor is a bit strange...but all in all liberating. What will I do with my time? I'm not sure...but no longer will it entail doing anything for the sake of appearances. I think what I'm feeling must be similar to the way women felt when they realized they could go bra-less. Floppin' free every day and lovin' every saggy minute of it.

In other news, my husband finally hung up the pot rack he bought me for Christmas. (Yes, it did take him long enough. But in his defense it was quite a feat!) I feel very professional and fancy with it hanging up above my island.

I also overheard my husband telling Adrien that we'd venture to IKEA this weekend. Oh my goodness. Nothing excites me more than the thought of Swiss goods and cinnamon rolls. Oh, those wonderful cinnamon rolls.