J is away on business since last Friday. I slept alone 2 nights because I ran off to rendezvous with some old friends at my mom's on Saturday morning. What surprised me was that when I returned, I felt happy to be home. This is mainly because traveling with a baby and a toddler involves a ton of shit and it's impossible for [me] to keep everything organized. Particularly when you're hung over after going out with friends. Particularly when your baby woke up 1 hour after you fell asleep. Catch my drift? Anyway, it was totally fun and totally worth it. And instead of board the dogs, I got a dog walker, so when I came home they had been fed and walked. No picking them up at the kennel, screaming at the beagle to stay in the back and ending up with a beagle on my lap- untrimmed nails clawing into my thighs. It was a miracle. Actually, the true miracle is that I hadn't done that before. The things we do out of desperation...
So I have all this alone time after 7pm (bedtime for the girls). Tonight I made a pizza pocket and am drinking a rum and coke. I didn't realize how much time J and I spent together every night. For realz.
Okay, I have to pee and find something to watch on TV that J would normally object to. I could totally use this time to exercise or clean or sunless tan (ahem). But instead I will park my fat ass on the couch with an adult beverage and zone out. Hells yeah.
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