“But there never seems to be enough time, to do the things you want to do once you find them…”
–Jim Croce: Musician, Lover, Dreamer, Mustache-Wearer
A funny thing happens when you commit your life to another person: You don’t get to do what you want all the time.
Then the two of you make a new little person (or two or three), and then you really can’t do anything that you want, EVER. You can’t get drunk and spontaneously board a bus to Milwaukee. You can’t eat ice cream for dinner. You can’t get busy in the parking lot behind Radio Shack.* You can’t even keep fresh cut flowers on the table, because certain little people will knock over the vase, spill the water and eat the flowers.
Don’t get me wrong—despite what my combat-boot-wearing self said 15 years ago about perpetuating the oppression of the patriarchy— I love…
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