Today is a T-day. A glorious, holy, sacred T day. If you’ve been here long enough, you know that my T-Days are the days I am alone. My sacred day. My ME day. Melissa talked about T days over at Suburban Bliss. That will help you understand why we so LOVE our T days. In fact, on this sacred days our IM’s rarely start with “Hi” or some form of socially acceptable greetings. They are always started with something about our T Day. A moment to preach the gospel of Days Alone. The most dreaded greeting one of us could send or receive would be “She/He is SICK. SICK ON A T-DAY!” There are gasps of horror. Shrieks of disbelief. And usually much sympathy drinking and consoling. You must understand how much we need, cherish and worship our T-Days.
Check your calendars with me, wonderful internet people. What is today? Oh yeah, baby, it is a T-Day! (Excuse me while I just jump up and down clapping for a moment.) Unlike my poor fellow worshipper of T-Days, my holy days last 5 hours. 5 HOURS ALONE. With no one here. Not one living, breathing person who needs me to do something for them. Not one poopy butt to wipe AT ALL. Oh, yes, I love my T-Days.
Today is Gabriella’s Halloween party at school. Parents are invited. It’s for one hour. Smack dab in the middle of my sacred T-Day. What to do? What to do? I suppose since I will have the rest of my T-Day to myself, I should go, right? Oh sure, it will cut down on my running through the house in my underwear screaming “I am all ALONE! I am all ALONE!”, but it is for my little girl. Maybe I can combine a few of my T-Day activities. Oh say, running through the house in my underwear WHILE eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s with 80’s music blaring from my stereo. It won’t be quite the leisure activity as it is when those are done seperately, but sometimes a mom just has to make these sacrifices for her children.
But seriously, don’t call me today. With my multi-tasking situation going on because of the party, I simply won’t have time to talk. And yes, I might just be a little bit rude. This is my sacred T-Day afterall.