SB (small boy) “blasted off” (his words, not mine) on a plane to Sacramento with his papa yesterday. After they left, I realized that this is the first time I’ve been home for a few days by myself in SIX YEARS.
Six years. Wowee. So what am I doing? Half of me wants to do the “Risky Business Underwear Dance” and celebrate, and the other half is kind of stunned by all the silence. Last night I literally bounced around for about two hours doing laundry, tidying up, feeding pets, etc., and after all that figured it was probably time to go to bed. It was 7:45. Not good. So did I do something productive, like exercise? No. I snacked and watched three hours of TV. Uh oh…
In order to maintain some semblance of order and avoid turning into a 400 pound slug in the next two days, I came up with a “to do” list:
Shop for jeans
Buy dog food
I swear to God that’s what I wrote. I actually have “do nothing” on my list. Am I going to forget? Can I cross it off on Sunday night? How much nothing should I do before I can check it off? Apparently I’m going to need an agenda for all the nothing that I’m planning on doing. And if I plan on doing nothing, is it really nothing or is it something?
Maybe I’ll just stop doing nothing and take a nap instead.