It was girls' night a couple weeks ago and I was child-free for at least a few hours.

I couldn't get out of the house faster.

I was to meet the other gals for dinner at 6:15 and my departure time got earlier and earlier. I made and fed my family dinner by 4:30pm and announced I was on the way out.

My husband said: "don't think I don't notice that you are leaving an hour and a half before dinner and several hours before your movie starts...."

"Traffic" I said as I click my heels and closed the front door.

I had the music blasting on my corolla's 1992 stereo speakers so loud that I didn't hear my cell phone ring. I was holding the phone.

"smells like teen spirit" was playing and I had a flashback to the teen angst I thought I would never feel or understand again. The adolescent mix feeling of pent up emotion, rebellion and freedom.

I sang over the music and had the windows down. I was free. We laughed and told stories and ate burgers and fries and nobody changed a diaper.

Hours later, on the way home from the movies, I couldn't wait to see my kids again. I wanted to sleep on the floor of their room except that just seemed too tragic.

What is the song you roll your windows down to and sing over?

my husband calls me "leather feet". it could be my indian name.

its true i love being barefoot and in southern california that is possible 24-7. so they get think and dirty and gross but i say "comfortable".

christians always do the washing of feet thing as some special moody events to imitate jesus washing the disciples feet. it never had an impact on me, really -- so far removed from our culture now, although i love and respect the idea.

tonight was the first time it hit home a bit.

my 3 year old asked me to put my feet in the tub while her and her brother took a bath. she washed my dirty "leather feet" and it felt good.

maybe that is what i can get from the washing feet story in the bible. jesus can make us clean, and it feels good.