My husband was around a lot this past week, which plays hell on my work ethic. Take yesterday for instance:
After taking SK to school, we went out for breakfast. Lingered a little too long over coffee. We came home and I cleaned up the kitchen and he did some paperwork, but then he needed to run to the bank and to Home Depot. I went with him just to get out of the house. After Home Depot, I remembered I wanted to go to Game Stop, which is several towns over. By the time we were done with that, it was lunchtime. Another restaurant, more lingering over coffee. By the time we got home, TK was walking in the door and shortly after it was time to pick up SK.
3:30 and I hadn’t done anything except wash a load of dishes. Oh, and drink a lot of coffee. Sad.
Then we sat through one of the strangest Olympic opening ceremonies ever just to get a glimpse of Wayne Gretzky. Bobby Orr was a nice bonus, but we staggered to bed shortly after midnight, the effect of too much coffee having long since faded.
SK came into my room and woke me up at 7:30 to tell me it was 7:30. Gee, thanks.
So today I’m going to try to get some work done. But first we’ll go out and get some breakfast. And linger over coffee…