Childless: Day 4 and 5

Well this week I skipped all my exercise because of the respiratory crud that's got me a little knocked down. And frankly by the end of the day, I'm too tired to do anything really exciting. Too bad, I had imagined that this week I'd get back to the 8pm summer running I used to do. Didn't pan out. Too tired over nothing.

Observations:

Night of Day 3:
Worked until 6:00pm, which is about an hour later than usual. Joked with my co-workers on the fact that there's nothing pressing me to leave by 5. Except grocery shopping, which I did, at a nice, slow pace, knowing I had no place really pressing to be once I was done. Discovered where they moved the canned chicken because I had time to get to the bottom of it. Picked up some stuff not on the list because I'd always thought it'd be neat to have them on hand in the house if I could ever remember to pick them up. Found the frozen "all-natural" section. WOW, now THAT is a cool section! Pryed my eyes open to finish knocking out some DVR'd Oprahs. Anna didn't want to talk to me on the phone, which is actually fine by me! It means she's happy out there.

Day 4:
Holy crap, is it Thursday already? We drive all the way back out to Austin tomorrow to get Anna already? What to do on my final night at the house? Too tired. Made dinner, watched DVR'd Office marathon (we have them taped back as far as December!!). Told the cat what I've been thinking the past few weeks: you're great except for the fact that you don't cuddle. CUDDLE, DAMN YOU!! Paul found green beans in our garden and brought in a bowl full! So now, in addition to all the tomoatoes we don't know what to do with, he have ACTUAL FREAKING GREEN BEANS, PEOPLE. The kind that look like they do in the store: like FOR REAL. Time is a double-edged sword: slow down so I can take in all the free mom time, but speed up because I miss Anna!

Day 5:
Why did I wake up at 6:19am? Oh yes, because Paul's alarm went off and that was it for me. My last chance to sleep in. I am at work by 8:30. This is 45 minutes sooner than when Anna's here. By 9:15 I think it's snack time, but no. It's only 9:15. This is screwy. On the way to work, I checked the mail, which I hadn't actually done since Day 2. So I guess some things don't change afterall.

Tonight we're going to grab dinner and head West to bring Anna home tomorrow. We will need the weekend to undo all of the no-doubt-spoilings that have occured over the week. Her summer camps start Monday.

Here we go!