like any busy mom (as if there’s any other kind!), i treasure the moments when i can find some quiet space, removed from the noise and clutter of my two rambunctious boys.
this is the only way i can stay sane (well, ok, relatively speaking). although lately, i’ve began to question that, as i seem to be drawn to really violent paranormal fiction. why i seek blood and gore when i’m trying to relax begs analysis. maybe i’m just releasing pent-up frustrations when i read about how anita blake slays monsters with her silver bullets and her knives. haha. say what you will, but it’s better to release all that anger vicariously rather than lash out at the people around me, right?
so maybe my quiet time isn’t really that quiet and peaceful after all. =)