I confess… my husband has been home sick since Wednesday afternoon and though I don’t mind taking care of two babies during my day, it tends to get a little tedious. You know how men can be when they’re sick.
I confess… I enjoy the freedom of being alone so I can plan what I do with my time. If I want to play Candy Crush for 30 minutes and then do dishes, and blog, etc, I don’t have anyone looming over me. And I certainly don’t get any flak for watching Bones reruns all afternoon. (Granted, I get up and do little things on commercial break.)
I confess… my blog is something he knows about but doesn’t read so it’s kind of my thing. And I tend not to blog when he’s home. Though I am now because I am tired of my days’s routine being interrupted.
I confess… I am just now starting to do my fantasy football mock drafts. I normally start a little earlier but with the baby and a sick husband, I haven’t made it a priority. I have watched the shows but didn’t do any active practice.
I confess… Ash is supposed to be taking the trash out but I think he’s milking this sickness for all its worth. I want to call his brother and commiserate: he always made fun of the way Ash would do that when he’s sick. His brother would feel my pain.
I confess… I have gone to the store every day this week and I always forget one or two things. How annoying is that? I even have written lists and an app (Out of Milk) for that.
I confess… I am pressed for time because Baby Girl is whiny today. Peace out!