Anyway, this is just a long preamble by which to say, that because I worked midnight-8:30 am Saturday, I had Friday off. It is exceedingly rare for me to not be at work on a business day. I got up at 5:45--which is sleeping in by an hour for me-- had a leisurely hour for tea and a book, tidied the house, and still had time to cook Seamus a proper breakfast before he left for school. I attended the 9:15 Pilates class at my gym (such a luxury to go to the gym mid-morning!) then accomplished a long-overdue errand that it's impossible to do outside of normal business hours. I did the grocery shopping, which I usually have to do on Thursday nights after the gym.
In the afternoon, I had time for more reading with a large espresso, then raked leaves, and tore the last section of paneling off a wall I'm demolishing in the girls' old bedroom. I had hoped to have this room completely redecorated by Thanksgiving, but we had one of those life events that put all projects on hold.
|This room needs a LOT of work.|
I attempted (unsuccessfully) to take a nap before going in to work and had a second espresso at 11:00pm, hoping it would be enough to keep me up. (It was, although by 5:00am, just as we started getting post go-live help desk calls, my ability to think clearly was seriously impaired.)
I know that if I were to stay home full time, I'd be bored. My career gives me intellectual stimulation, the opportunity to wear clothes other than jeans and sweatshirts and a chance to interact with other adults. Not to mention the all-important paycheck. Still, something is lost when there is no one to keep the home. My inner domestic goddess is bereft.