The trusty husband got an earlier flight in last night.? The allowed him to arrive home at 8:45 p.m. as opposed to the likely 11:45 p.m.? That was nice.? I let the child run wild while I laid on the couch and tried to mostly ignore him.? It was nice to have someone around to talk to last night that didn’t have fur or try to throw small cars at my head.? I think I may have still been talking while the husband was snoring next to me in bed.
This morning I find myself alone again.? Why?? Because the trusty husband had to be up bright and early this morning to be in Olympia for a state regulator visit in one of the branch offices there.? He’ll be there for 2ish days (fortunately home at night).? But that means I am alone with the child all day again.
Home alone all day is typical for most stay at home moms, but I have a built in luxury that most moms are jealous of.? The trusty husband’s office is 10 minutes away from our house.? This means that he comes home for lunch (nearly) every day.? The boy has gotten used to this.? So when the trusty husband is off doing all of these state regulator visits he doesn’t come home.? Thus throwing off our schedule and causing a cranky child.
I appreciate your offers of things like play dates or bring the child over for a while, but mom… I never know when you have time off and at $4.20 a gallon I can’t afford to drive down on a whim.? As for play dates, I need food in my house.? I also am not the most pleasant person to be around at the moment.? If I could get away from myself I would.? And by not so pleasant I mean I may shoot laser beams out of my eyeballs and kill you with one look.
What I would like, to have the ability to go buy some pants that fit.? All of mine are either so tight they cut off the circulation to my feet or are falling off.? I would like a hair cut.? I would like the sun to come out so my hands will stop hurting and so I can go outside and mow my weeds grass.? But for now I will have to settle for this:
This is MY gift from the trusty husband (he claims I have to share that bottle of port… fine, but he better keep his paws off my Russian Standard).? The boy just got a stupid train (and by stupid I mean totally cool because he now wants to play with all the awesome train stuff I just go off of ebay).