I could be a Hermit.

So, yah, I think I could be a hermit. Imagine the long, lovely-lonely hours just to sit and think and think and think. No having to cook...since hermits don't eat balanced meals, do they? No having to clean because no one is coming over, right? No having to be socially mature because who is going to notice if I'm not? NO ONE!
Yah. It'd be great... except...


Husband (L) and Baby Boy (R)

those eyes get me every time. AW...I can't resist. I'm coming out of my cave.

Hermits don't make good wives or moms anyway.