Mornings can be hectic--made more so when Chris is away. I gain a real appreciation for how many things just magically get done in my life--like laundry. When the drawers get low, magically they seem to fill up.
It doesn't happen like that when she is away.
So this week I am again experiencing the joy of life alone--Orioles Baseball on the TV, laundry piling up in the hamper, cleaning the litter box, feeding the cats (why exactly do we have cats?), trying to keep a sense of normalcy in the face of abnormal activity.
The hardest part is trying to ensure Makayla doesn't have to goo too many hours without human contact--12 is about the longest I've ever pushed her bladder.
Wednesday could be a problem! E-day.
Ethan may have to take a ride with me to fetch the dog. He hates going places after school. He would prefer to eat and veggie out after a hard day of Kindergarten learning.
I don't blame him, either. I don't really like going out after work. I become the world's greatest homebody.
Absence makes the heart grow finder, they say.
I find that I just have to work harder.
Oh, and did I mention the blasted rain? What another downer on life.
But the pile in the hamper isn't going to magically disappear this morning--so I need to get moving or the cats will probably take matters into their own paws and the dog may revolt. I sense a coup coming on.
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