A quiet night
Hi all.
This last week was a little challenging because the kids have been sick. I checked in at work--I haven't had a day since I quit when I would have been able to go to work. If I hadn't quit the moment I did, I would have been fired by now anyway simply because I would have had to call in every day. Next week is a little daunting. The kids are better--Gage started eating again yesterday. Still, between the two kids I have 2 doctor's appointments on Monday, 1 on Tuesday, and 1 on Thursday. Chad is filling Wednesday with late appointments because it's the only day he can. Thurday's appointment will likely involve lab work (I won't be telling Aidan that--I'm going to make Chad go with me for that one). For some reason I think I have something going on Friday, but I can't remember what. Or maybe I'm just wrong and I'm so busy that when I have a free day it seems like a mistake.
That's why I'm home--to take care of all of this. It's important. And it's no fun.
Chad is doing really well at work--yeah, work! He's doing really well at work all the time, even when he's supposed to be here. When he's here, he's doing a really great job of thinking about and talking about work--yeah, work! He's gone for the weekend with friends on tickets to Nascar that work gave him. Apparently they're really great tickets, and work said he was doing a really great job. Yeah, work! Really, I'm thrilled that he's doing so well, and I know that we have to feast while there's feasting to be had, because famine happens. We're even getting some things taken care of thanks to money.
But I'm here with the kids. All the time. And they have issues. All the time. And that's what I get to think about. All the time.
I need yoga. I bought hair-dye instead. For about 25 minutes--30 for more vibrant color or stubborn gray--I will think about that.
So tonight I shall play with the kids, make the most of my happy-time with them, then put them to bed, put burgundy stripes into my hair, then pour myself a cocktail and turn on cable or something. Or I'll drunk-dial friends. I apologize in advance.
Then I'll either try to sleep in my damn big bed, or I'll sleep on the floor in the kids room. I haven't decided yet.
Funny thing about sleep--it's the only time I get exercise. It seems that I walk in my sleep. The other day I awoke in Siberia. The cab ride home was killer, let me tell you. Tonight I shall try to close my eyes and think of England--perhaps I will wake up there. I have always wanted to visit England.
Chad's going to watch cars drive very fast for a very long time and actually get nowhere at all. I shall go somewhere interesting without bothering with cars. Ha! It shall be my wonderful secret. Then he can still feel guilty for having a weekend without me and promise to take me somewhere nice. Yes, I like that. I like that very much.
May everyone's travels be fun and exciting. I have some hide-and-seek to play.
Yours,
Kimberly
This last week was a little challenging because the kids have been sick. I checked in at work--I haven't had a day since I quit when I would have been able to go to work. If I hadn't quit the moment I did, I would have been fired by now anyway simply because I would have had to call in every day. Next week is a little daunting. The kids are better--Gage started eating again yesterday. Still, between the two kids I have 2 doctor's appointments on Monday, 1 on Tuesday, and 1 on Thursday. Chad is filling Wednesday with late appointments because it's the only day he can. Thurday's appointment will likely involve lab work (I won't be telling Aidan that--I'm going to make Chad go with me for that one). For some reason I think I have something going on Friday, but I can't remember what. Or maybe I'm just wrong and I'm so busy that when I have a free day it seems like a mistake.
That's why I'm home--to take care of all of this. It's important. And it's no fun.
Chad is doing really well at work--yeah, work! He's doing really well at work all the time, even when he's supposed to be here. When he's here, he's doing a really great job of thinking about and talking about work--yeah, work! He's gone for the weekend with friends on tickets to Nascar that work gave him. Apparently they're really great tickets, and work said he was doing a really great job. Yeah, work! Really, I'm thrilled that he's doing so well, and I know that we have to feast while there's feasting to be had, because famine happens. We're even getting some things taken care of thanks to money.
But I'm here with the kids. All the time. And they have issues. All the time. And that's what I get to think about. All the time.
I need yoga. I bought hair-dye instead. For about 25 minutes--30 for more vibrant color or stubborn gray--I will think about that.
So tonight I shall play with the kids, make the most of my happy-time with them, then put them to bed, put burgundy stripes into my hair, then pour myself a cocktail and turn on cable or something. Or I'll drunk-dial friends. I apologize in advance.
Then I'll either try to sleep in my damn big bed, or I'll sleep on the floor in the kids room. I haven't decided yet.
Funny thing about sleep--it's the only time I get exercise. It seems that I walk in my sleep. The other day I awoke in Siberia. The cab ride home was killer, let me tell you. Tonight I shall try to close my eyes and think of England--perhaps I will wake up there. I have always wanted to visit England.
Chad's going to watch cars drive very fast for a very long time and actually get nowhere at all. I shall go somewhere interesting without bothering with cars. Ha! It shall be my wonderful secret. Then he can still feel guilty for having a weekend without me and promise to take me somewhere nice. Yes, I like that. I like that very much.
May everyone's travels be fun and exciting. I have some hide-and-seek to play.
Yours,
Kimberly