Yay, tomorrow's Monday!
I think I'm a bit shell-shocked from OldJob. I keep thinking I'll be going back there tomorrow. I keep thinking about when school starts and having to do bus runs and how I'm going to handle the kids. I keep thinking that I need to go to bed here in about thirty minutes so I can get up early to get to work...
But no.
I can sleep in a little bit. Or get up earlier and take a shower in the morning so I'm fresh when I leave the house. (That's what I'm considering right now - my hair needs washed, no mistake, but it behaves better when I don't sleep on it when it's wet...)
I can dress up a little more, put on a full face of makeup, and do something with my hair - and know it'll make a difference. And not get all messed up.
I won't go into work wondering what time I'll get off - I'll know. No matter who's not there.
Probably most importantly, I can take my own kid to school when it starts up again. I promised her that I'd get her up early enough to do her hair. (Andy is happy to send her in with her hair brushed. She's dying to have something done - braids, ponytails, buns...) We can have a bit of breakfast together, talk on the way there, say good-bye in proper form.
I can shoo away this feeling of Impending Dread. There's no reason for it.
Think I'll head for bed soon, simply because I'm halfway through a Discworld novel and making slow progress and wanting to know what happens to Sam Vimes...
But no.
I can sleep in a little bit. Or get up earlier and take a shower in the morning so I'm fresh when I leave the house. (That's what I'm considering right now - my hair needs washed, no mistake, but it behaves better when I don't sleep on it when it's wet...)
I can dress up a little more, put on a full face of makeup, and do something with my hair - and know it'll make a difference. And not get all messed up.
I won't go into work wondering what time I'll get off - I'll know. No matter who's not there.
Probably most importantly, I can take my own kid to school when it starts up again. I promised her that I'd get her up early enough to do her hair. (Andy is happy to send her in with her hair brushed. She's dying to have something done - braids, ponytails, buns...) We can have a bit of breakfast together, talk on the way there, say good-bye in proper form.
I can shoo away this feeling of Impending Dread. There's no reason for it.
Think I'll head for bed soon, simply because I'm halfway through a Discworld novel and making slow progress and wanting to know what happens to Sam Vimes...