{that little pulling feeling}

maybe you are not like me. 

maybe you don't occasionally get that pulling feeling on a saturday night like I do.

the one where you wish you had somewhere important to go.

something exciting to do.

just something.

you look at the clock and it's 9:30 and you kind of wish it was one of those rare 

nights where you should be getting ready right about now.

you know, the kind of night that involves putting on eyeliner and maybe

 even lipstick and making last minute plans.

and it doesn't have to be anywhere fancy, it could be anywhere at all.

a drink with friends at the hole-in-the-wall bar.

music from a jukebox, or a band.

lots of conversation and completely random people and characters 

that you are still laughing about days later.

 maybe you don't get that pulling feeling on the occasional saturday night.

but I do.

the one that makes you feel like you should be out there...

somewhere doing something.

just anything.

but then you remember.

that your husband is out of town.

the kids are in bed.

and you are in charge.

so you open up the front window, pour yourself a glass of wine, 

get comfortable on the couch

 hoping you can find a really good movie to watch.

the kind that makes you happy to be home.

so you ignore that feeling, check on the kids, settle on a movie, get your laptop

 and pour yourself another glass of wine.

knowing that the next saturday night you will probably have that little pulling feeling

 that makes you wish you had absolutely no plans at all

 so you could stay home and curl up on the couch, with a glass of wine, all the candles lit 

hoping to find something really good to watch on tv

 or a chance to start that brand-new book you have just been dying to read.