Morning after Valentine’s Day, last time I’ll ever spend a mushy holiday all alone, meaing “without a companion” alone. Not a card, not a call, not even a single rose petal–usually I feel no particular way about those kinds of days, but this year’s different.
Oldest two children up and out. Both make it on time to their respective bus stops. Tip-toeing around trying desperately to keep the volume to a minimum, don’t wanna wake the younger two children, before it’s absolutely necessary.
Doggie duty calls!
Warm, foggy very misty outside, yet the temperature is absolutely perfect. 70° and the sun hasn’t even rose.
Youngest two children still asleep! In that case, time for meditation!. I’ma do at least 20 minutes.
9 minutes later calling to check the balance on my credit card.
Enough available to go to the supermarket.
Wake ‘em up, clean ‘em up, load ‘em up!
Fill the cart to the brim, fingers crossed hope my card’s not declined (maybe I should put some stuff back!)
Breezed through the checkout line (by the skin of my teeth)
Home to unpack and put the groceries away (I bought ice crean, otherwise everything would’ve sat out waiting on those oler two to get home)
Water boiling in the kettle, ready for my tea. Foregoing the usual cappuccino this morning.
Online I go.
Games I’ll play, DM’s I’ll send until I can’t put my work off any longer.
Occupy the kiddies long to professionally answer calls.
Correspond via e-mail and Skype with my team.
Patiently waiting on more incoming calls
while I wait, I imagine my next “morning after” Valentine’s Day.