Yawn….

Hmmm, it’s my second morning today.  I woke up early in order to drive P to the airport because he’s too good to ride the train because it takes 1.5 hours to get from here to the airport.  Now, tell me, who wouldn’t mind 1.5 hours of their day where no one was calling them, no kids bugging them, that whole time to do nothing but read, knit or listen to music?  Not him, apparently. Templar enjoyed the drive, he loves to go in the car.  He actually travels very, very well.  I’m kind of surprised at it. I do try to take him as many places as I can though, part of his socializing program.

So, I came home and went back to bed. Now, I’m up the second time.   I have a lot to do today, but don’t feel like doing it at all.  I have some laundry to do, that has to be done. I would love to finish up the back piece on the current WIP and get started on the front.  So, between laundry and knitting, I think I’m doing a light dinner with little or no cooking involved.  I know I need to run to the grocers and pick up milk and eggs.  There is nothing like cold tuna salad on a hot day!  With P gone all week, it’s strictly sandwiches and chips for me!  No pots and pans to clean, no dishes to wash, no standing over a hot stove…it so rocks!   Now, does everyone totally get why six month deployments weren’t that bad? Hahahahahaha

Old Navy wives are the only ones that truly understand the six monther.  Yes, for six months you have the watch. But, for six months, there is one less body in the house and one less body to clean up after.  You and the kids can have sandwiches or burgers every single night and no complaints.  You totally control the remote. One of my close friends had what she called the “watch bill”, meaning what happened when hubby wasn’t home.  The kids each did their own laundry, each had their own day.  One kid did the yard work, another did the floors and vacumning.  My friend did the kitchen and the dusting and the shopping.  She said their house actually ran smoother when he wasn’t home than when he was home.  It was hilarious.  She actually counted down the days till the ship left! I used to roll laughing at her.  Dont’ get me wrong, she loved her husband, but with the in and out that is involved with being in the fleet, the house was always in an uproar. Is Daddy home? If he is, do I ask him or do I ask mom?

So, while P is going during the week, I don’t really cook, I hoover daily, the laundry gets done on a daily basis and not where it takes all day to it on a weekend. I control the remote to the big screen and I can have absolute silence if I want it.  I love silence, I love listening to nothing.  Like Crazy Aunt Purl said, I think the noise in my head is enough, I don’t need outside noise to help along with it.

As for now, I’m going to go make some tea, have some toast and see what my Sims can get up to.  Housework in my house does not start till 2pm in the afternoon!  I’m more of an afternoon/early evening/evening/late night kind of girl.