I’m pouting on my way to bed because tonight – for the first time in over eight months – I had to pick out clothes for myself and the children, iron them, set the alarm for an earlier time, fix lunch, etc. because I was alerted on Friday that I would be spending the next month working at the office.
(Insert dramatic sound effect here)
I don’t know how I’m going to pull it off. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, though, the rushing and trying to hustle out the door with the kids, get them to their destination and mine on time. But, but… I’m spoiled now. I like working in my PJ’s and shopping in the middle of the day and being able to get a head start on dinner.