Yet another thing that will need daily attention?!?!?!?

So, I have this dear friend who has three small children (I only have two), who one day calmly explained to me in response to the competing melt-down crying fits and endless requests for help with some project that were interrupting our long-distance attempt to catch up over the phone, "And this is why Mommy needs a Martini at lunch time." Every time I feel like I might start pulling out my hair if I have to draw one more truck--which almost never looks like the picture in Son's head, and hence typically results in a hysterical crying fit of torn and tortured paper--I think of my friend's solution. It always makes me smile. But since I have yet actually to make myself a martini at lunch-time, I figured I could use a metaphorical martini. Hence, this blog. Not exactly the same as the gorgeous French Martinis I used to order in grad school (mmm....chilled Absolut Citroen and Chambord, layered in a verrrrrry cold glass). Yet perhaps close to as satisfying. At this point, anything that gets me a few minutes all to myself, where no one is sitting on my lap, demanding anything, where I'm not grading papers, answering student emails, folding laundry, or doing some other task required of being a professor, a wife, or a mommy seems like it might produce as much of a buzz as a good, stiff drink.

I wonder a little if I'm nuts: here's something else to do every day, along with the feeding and habitat maintaining of family and pets, and I was just complaining not two hours ago about never having enough time to get everything done. On the other hand: really, shouldn't every Mommy have time for just one martini every day?!