I was enjoying that regular thing I had going for a few nights there, blogging right before I closed my eyes for the night. But, I got sick Saturday night with what I'm assuming was a migraine (hurts so much you think you're gonna vomit?), Sunday I was still fighting the bug, and last night . . . I was all snuggled into bed, the house was completely shut down, I turned on the laptop, clicked to connect to the Internet . . . and realized I'd turned the modem off downstairs before coming up. Doh! So, no update last night. But, here I am now.
So, here's the question: doesn't everyone return home from a simple town day at 11:00 PM . . . still needing to unpack the truck, feed the dogs their very late dinner, and do chores before coming inside? Or, is that just me? Honestly, where DOES the time GO? Let's have a review, shall we?
- 6:00 AM Alarm
- 7:00 - 7:15 The briefest possible version of morning chores.
- 7:15 - 8:30 Throw dogs into truck and drive to work.
- 8:30 - 5:45 Nanny (dogs can run outside there).
- 5:45 - 7:00 Drive back into town (I was out the other side) and do first grocery shopping in an AGE.
- 7:00 - 8:00 Run to folks' house, exchange weekly piles o' stuff (Mom tapes 'The Amazing Race' and 'Survivor' for me), get caught up in conversation with Mama Pea, see my reflection in the bathroom mirror: "Holy shit, I've gone bopping around all day feeling just as fine and pretty as you please when I've looked like THIS? Where's the tranquilizer gun?"
- 8:00 - 8:15 Back into town to Subway to grab dinner . . . and even tho I've had the taste of that Cold Cut Combo on Monterrey Cheddar in my mouth for about 4 hours, they've just closed . . . and continue on to Tom's temporary digs.
- 8:15 - 9:30 "Quick" visit / meeting / conversation about divorce proceedings, etc. See husband looking gaunt and . . . awful. Try to be real. Try to be honest. Try to be mature. Try to not wonder when it was, exactly, that we must have become strangers? How can two people who slept together every single night have such a massively huge cancer growing between them? Sad, sad, sad. Make it to truck before crying any more. Then cry. Cry, cry, cry. I can't go to the gas station like this.
- 9:30 - 9:45 Screw it. The truck needs gas. Who cares if they see I've been crying? Life is messy sometimes. I'm nothing if not "what you see is what you get".
- 9:45 - 11:00 Slow drive home. No need to push it. Super America coffee, a mini pack of junky donuts that don't even taste good, and Corn Nuts for dinner. Yummm.
- 11:00 - 11:30 Feed so-patient-it-kills-me dogs their dinner, unpack truck & do brief version of chores.
- 11:30 - 12:00 Put away perishables and crack open Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade. Not in that order. Close up house.
- 12:00 - Now Into bed with laptop, waiting for Annie Blue (the cat) to ask to come back inside.
P.S. Never thought 'Divorce' would be a Label I'd E-V-E-R be adding to this blog! Life is NOTHING if not interesting!