NOSE BACK TO THE GRINDSTONE

I sit in a class (after some 10-odd years) with 50 others, zoned out and trying hard to keep an expression of avid interest on my countenance. It wouldn't do to antagonize the presenters. After all I have been there, done that. To stay awake, I begin a mental list of things I am going to be missing out on, now that I have rejoined the class of "working moms."

-No more pajamas all day long. Color coordination is in, and if the buttons are all intact-half the battle won.
-Yes, I do need to figure out where the comb has hidden itself.
-Yeah, I have to look at the clock at intervals and not just to see if my favorite movie has begun on the tube yet.
-No more catnaps.
-No more snacking whenever the urge struck me.
-No more gaining malicious pleasure out of scaring salesmen with gunk on my face.
-No more dance class and prancing about the gym.
-No more walks to pick up my son and seeing the grin on his face as he raced home.
-No more time or energy to listen to all the stories his vivid imagination conjures up.
-No more tea-time gossip sessions with mom.



Sigh!!! Is it all worth it in the end???