I've made it through Daughter's B'day without her just fine so far. I think it was worse thinking about it than living it.
My alarm is set at the crazy early time of 1:40am so that I can pick up son who is due back from a Marching Band competition at 2am. Ugggh. It's worth it though. He called a few hours ago very excited that they made finals for the first time. This is their last competition of the year, so it's a nice ending after all the hard work they've put in.
Speaking of son, he's taking driving lessons. I took him out for 20mins of driving practice on Friday before dinner and about had a nervous breakdown.
I've quickly gone from zero to one to two to three running skirts. Love them all. Now I have the dilema of figuring out which one to wear tomorrow.
Doggie Dash packet included a bandana for Bandit and some lamb&rice jerky. He likes the jerky. The bandana...not so much.
Two days at the gym so far this month. And one day shoveling rock for some friends. Not bad, eh?
Well, I need to call it an early night so that I'm coherent when it's time to pick up son. Gulp. A 1:40am wake up. I've tried, but it seems there is just no way to make that seem reasonable.