So, I've got to say, I have an amazing amount of respect for all you single parents out there.
Andrew's in NJ again this week, and I'm having a difficult time. I know, it's only Monday.
Here's the thing though. Tomorrow is Tuesday. And yesterday was Sunday (the day he left). What's different about yesterday and tomorrow this week? Well, let me explain.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) someone is showing the house between 12:30 and 1:30. But I'm already getting ahead of myself. Today I have to clean the house to get ready for said showing, because I'll be gone all morning and the house Must. Be. Immaculate. tomorrow when people come through. Oh, and I'm still ahead of myself: Last night (only Sunday, I have to keep reminding myself) I got a total of 2.5 hours sleep before the dog woke me and the Weekend Worries began.
So, showing tomorrow at 12:30 (clean tonight if I can stay awake, or set the alarm Super Duper early and clean in the morning). But I have to get Geoffrey on the bus before 8:30, and leave immediately to take Zinny Dog to the groomer, then from there I go to the Honda dealership to have an oil change and have the brakes and tires checked. I'm assuming it's an all-morning procedure (it usually is there). The car has to be in tip-top shape for a road trip up to New England. I'm driving all the way to NJ by myself, where we pick Andrew up (thus the Weekend Worries: Andrew usually drives on long trips). Then we have the showing, I have to pick Zinny up from the groomer, and I have to pick up t-shirts for the preschool and organize them and pass them out.
Am I making any sense yet? See, I got almost no sleep last night (I already said that didn't I?). I have a hard time telling if I'm making sense.
Did I mention Kevin found stocking stuffers because I didn't put them away properly? Now I have to go and find a couple more little things because he'll know the mini Etch-a-Sketch was from me. Damnit. I thought I was done shopping.
Oh, the sweaters? Not even near finished. Did I mention I have to drive the boys and the dog all the way to NJ By. My. Self? That means NO KNITTING TIME! I'm almost driven to say Bad Words. Maybe if I sleep tonight I'll feel better about things.
Andrew's in NJ again this week, and I'm having a difficult time. I know, it's only Monday.
Here's the thing though. Tomorrow is Tuesday. And yesterday was Sunday (the day he left). What's different about yesterday and tomorrow this week? Well, let me explain.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) someone is showing the house between 12:30 and 1:30. But I'm already getting ahead of myself. Today I have to clean the house to get ready for said showing, because I'll be gone all morning and the house Must. Be. Immaculate. tomorrow when people come through. Oh, and I'm still ahead of myself: Last night (only Sunday, I have to keep reminding myself) I got a total of 2.5 hours sleep before the dog woke me and the Weekend Worries began.
So, showing tomorrow at 12:30 (clean tonight if I can stay awake, or set the alarm Super Duper early and clean in the morning). But I have to get Geoffrey on the bus before 8:30, and leave immediately to take Zinny Dog to the groomer, then from there I go to the Honda dealership to have an oil change and have the brakes and tires checked. I'm assuming it's an all-morning procedure (it usually is there). The car has to be in tip-top shape for a road trip up to New England. I'm driving all the way to NJ by myself, where we pick Andrew up (thus the Weekend Worries: Andrew usually drives on long trips). Then we have the showing, I have to pick Zinny up from the groomer, and I have to pick up t-shirts for the preschool and organize them and pass them out.
Am I making any sense yet? See, I got almost no sleep last night (I already said that didn't I?). I have a hard time telling if I'm making sense.
Did I mention Kevin found stocking stuffers because I didn't put them away properly? Now I have to go and find a couple more little things because he'll know the mini Etch-a-Sketch was from me. Damnit. I thought I was done shopping.
Oh, the sweaters? Not even near finished. Did I mention I have to drive the boys and the dog all the way to NJ By. My. Self? That means NO KNITTING TIME! I'm almost driven to say Bad Words. Maybe if I sleep tonight I'll feel better about things.
