I got the blues

Sick kids
Stressed Husband
Rain.

Blues? I have them.

I want to leave my house. My house of puke.
I want to sit in Borders or Barnes and Nobel
I don't want to strap anyone in to get there.
I just want to walk out the door and get in the car.
When I get there I just want to read
just read
whatever I want.
Not hear any of my kids
or my husband

only me.