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Home Alone

Mr. P is currently between jobs for a week (willingly!), so he decided to take advantage of the spectacular weather and take Little Boy on a camping trip, starting today. So I am home alone. Yes, for the first time since Little Boy came home a bit over a year ago, I will not get to kiss him goodnight, kiss him good morning, and generally arrange my daily existence around him.

And… what have I done so far in my roughly 90 minutes of freedom?

1. Took out the trash and recycling.

2. Cleaned the kitchen floor under which the trash and recycling sit upon.

3. Cleaned the entire kitchen floor after realizing, hey, I already have the steam mop out.

4. Started a load of laundry.

5. Applied and removed a Biore pore strip.

6. Performed 2 and a half Sun Salutations.

7. Drank a beer (ongoing).

8. Removed roughly two dozen toys from the living room floor.

9. Stood in front of the mirror and wondered, “Does this look like a woman on the cusp of 35?”

10. Researched which incredibly violent and/or sexy movie I should watch on Netflix after dinner.

But mainly, I missed Little Boy and Mr. P. My boys!

PS In keeping with this totally lame waste of freedom, I will probably go to bed at 9pm.

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