We had book club last week.

Sometimes I love getting out by myself. No one pawing on me. No one wiping their snotty nose on my pants and shoulders. No one rolling their eyes because I am the stupidest creature on the face of the earth or no one doing that that I take very personally, like when the GirlChild does it. No one coming up to me smelling to high heaven and expecting me to do something about it.

We read The Good Earth. It was very good. It generated a lot of discussion which was actually about the book. As hard as this may be to believe, sometimes we go off on tangents that are non-book related. And it got a pretty high rating.

Next month we are reading The Other Boleyn Girl. I’ve finished all 661 pages of it in four days! It was pretty good for me to do that cause I’m not all about reading the way I use to be.

The Book Club is made up entirely of women. Most of us are lawyers, though there are a few non-lawyer types, including my friend Susan. And yes, she is as lovely and funny and articulate in person as she is in her blog. I wish she’d been there for the Good Earth discussion. I’m sure she could have come up with something about the meaning of the novel to enlighten us with. I tend to be pretty shallow; “I really liked it.” Susan, on the other hand can tell me WHY I liked it. I like that.

We meet once a month for dinner and then go to the bookstore to discuss our book. This is pretty much the extent of my non-kid related social life.

I do really need to get out more. Out. With my husband. Without my children. It’s just hard for me. I’m gone all day at my office while the children are at school, at home, doing homework, saying cute things. I miss all that. And when it’s time to leave my office, I’m generally exhausted. And if I go home. Then I have to say good-bye to them again. And miss the bath and stories and tucking into bed. And that’s hard.

But last night. I would have gladly given them both to you. And packed their bags for them.

I guess I really need to get out more.

Ciao,

M&Co.