I need a wife

Last night was back to school night at Mr. Little Man's school. The school "encourages" (that's code, ya'll) you to leave your children at home and our babysitter was busy, so Danny babysat instead.

Before I continue let me put to rest any concerns you may have for my love life. Danny is Mr. Little Man's godfather and one of my best friends, so let's not go there. He's the Will to my Grace; without the gayness and the fab NYC apartment. Stop emailing me about him. Although if you are a single woman between the ages of 35 - 50 who is looking for a delightful man you may e-mail me.

Anyway, Back to School night lasted significantly longer than I thought it would. There was a near riot due to the implementation of a new policy that (we) parents are none too happy about. I honestly pictured myself getting up and reciting Mario Savio's "Gears of the Machine" speech. After it was all over I called Danny to tell him I was on my way and I suspect I sounded a bit stress out.

Danny met me at the door with a beer and a plate of food and said, "tell me all about it". HOLY CRAP! This must be what it is like to have a wife. You have a crappy day, you come home and there is a hot meal waiting for you. Your child is happy and laughing and snorting milk out of their nose and you forget about all of the auxillary bullshit. Mr. Little Man had gone for a short dip in the pool, eaten dinner, played a bit with his toys and was watching The Jungle Book. He was happy and in a good mood and I had someone else to take care of me. It was a bit wierd, but in a nice way.

Now I am wondering where a girl like me can find a wife. Or at least a housekeeper.

What I am reading: The student directory for Mr. Little Man's school. After last night's near riot at school we are going to organize against the school district. I am keep a copy of the "gears against the machine" speech in my pocket. You know, just in case.
What I listening: Ray Lamontagne - Three More Days. When I imagine myself singing in a smoky blues bar this is the song I am singing.