I sat in a fast food drive-thru tonight plagued with the question I thought was impossible to ask one's self.
What did I want?
It was a rarity to be alone, without children - without a spouse - without anyone wanting - without anyone whining - without anyone to please. Just me.
And I had no idea what I wanted.
You see, I always get the popcorn chicken to share with Baby Twerp cause it's his favorite. Or possibly the Jr Hamburger so Middle Twerp can have the prize. But of course, the banana split with extra cherries always brings a smile to Eldest Twerp's face. And, without a doubt, all the cherries go to her. Indiana Jones and I could split a breakfast toast...but of course we would get bacon cause he LOVES himself some bacon.
But what did I want?
How hard could it be to answer? But as I sat there for what seemed eternity, staring at the menu board, I realized the answer was not coming. I still had no idea what I wanted. No clue of what would please me. No inkling of what would hit the spot.
What is it that I want?
Because somewhere between diapers and bottles and moves and sacrifices and Happy Meals and soccer cleats and tutus and shin guards and hair bows and plastic frogs...
Have I lost me?
So I drove off - lost and hungry.