My Little Wooden Bitch

Pardon the crassness, but I’m Dutch so I'm guessing it’s ok…  

 My relationship with this little darling has been an developing problem over the past 8 months. Since we met, I’m constantly finding myself looking for reasons to pull her out for a quick round about.

 Pop up out of bed in the morning… push the kids to the door at a generously early hour knowing that once they are dropped off at their new school (private happy dance) I get to explore the acoustics of downtown Stockton at 7:30 in the morning… (This might not be a good idea, but hey, a vibrant downtown thrives on character). If I skip playing downtown, then I find a reason for an 8:15 coffee break on the neighborhood street corner. I gotta get it in because it’s a good long wait until I get to spend another 15 minutes with the case open again. 

After just 2 weeks of picking the kids up from school, I’ve gotten into the habit of loitering just down the street down from their school for another quick round. Hey… the parking space is paid-up for 30 minutes so a once through will happily burn through another 15 minutes free and clear then it’s back to sitting on my hands until after homework is done for the kids and then it’s up to the park for a good solid stint of 30 to 90 munities of tackling new passages. Mmmmmmm…

Why am I feeling guilty about this?