It is now 7:45 p.m.
Dinner is not yet finished. (almost there)
Dad is not yet home.
Laundry yet to do.
No chance to run. Probably doesn't matter because sciatica and arch of foot hurt so badly that I really shouldn't.
Up at 5 a.m. for no reason.
Long day at work.
Traffic in major metro area sucks.
Needed cereal, so had to make extra stop.
Eldest didn't want to walk home, so add another trip.
Crack open the pinot, baby. I need a glass.
1 comment:
Gosh, I remember those days. Hard to imagine, but you'll miss them.
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