Field Notes on Creature Comforts
Giving some thought to the pieces that ask for none.
Has your husband ever called you from the side of the road with your two tiny children, asking you to cosplay as AAA? No, just me? Let me tell you what that’s like.
It was a Thursday morning, and it was my morning. He and the kids had only been out for about twenty minutes, but it was just enough time to daydream about the window before me: the outfit I could wear to coffee with
, what I could write afterward, what I’d eat, what I’d do. Give a mom some free time — she’ll dream of conquering the world. (And she probably will...after a nap.)That is, until he calls to deliver disappointing news that turns a child-free morning into a child-saving mission. “Hey, so first of all, we’re okay. But the car wouldn’t accelerate and was acting funny.” (Internal dialogue at this moment: No, no, no, no.) “I pulled into a neighborhood, but now it won’t even start. Can you come get us? I’ll drop a pin.” Did I have a choice, reader? Rhetorical, obviously! It’s not like I considered sending an Uber. O…