Anticipating the weekend
when I have an empty house,
no pressing chores, no appointments,
no children are there or spouse.
A trip to my library for
the latest bestseller book,
a cozy quilt and a footstool,
all is ready in my nook.
A quart of chocolate ice cream
in the freezer stowed away,
three flavors of coffee creamers,
a pot of brew perks all day.
A raggy pair of old sweatpants,
a shirt two sizes too big,
bare feet in fuzzy pink slippers,
the freedom to be a pig.
Some old movies to jerk the tears,
bingeing shows for hours galore,
shades all pulled to the windowsill,
the lock tight upon the door.
Answering message on the 'phone
so nobody will disturb;
if you try to interrupt me,
I will kick you to the curb!
Tortellini with Alfredo,
a bottle of Bailey's Cream,
a stack of classical CDs;
for this, all week, did I dream.
No make-up, no bra, no worries,
my hair pulled up in a twist;
seduced by my guilty pleasures,
life can't get better than this!
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