How the Other Half Lives

My husband took two weeks of vacation time (one week saved from last year) so he could chill after we got back from Florida. Fair enough. So he has been hanging with the boys the rest of this week while I go to work. It's strangely wonderful to wake up in the morning and worry only about myself and what I have to do that day.

Normally I have to make sure the Amigos are out of bed and start their day, and I have to take at least one of them with me as I go out the door (and make sure that we leave on time so I can get to work at a reasonable hour). That usually entails getting up no later than 5:30, showering, eating breakfast, getting myself ready, and then working on the kids. This week, I didn't have to wake up until at least 6:00 or 6:30 in order to leave the house by 7:30. Also, I was able to take care of organizing some back to school paperwork and straightening up the kitchen, with the knowledge that I was only playing beat the clock with myself. This morning, I left at 6:40 so I could get to work early. Still, a 5:30 wakeup left plenty of time.

Too bad the week's almost over! Waaah!