Day 4....

After somehow surviving a horrendously boring 12 hour shift at work yesterday I could not wait to get home, take a nice warm bath and sink into bed. However, when I got home I didn’t head straight for the shower or the bedroom…I stepped into a painfully quiet house, passed through the unusually clean living room and into an empty kitchen. I realized that my little Charlotte bear was not going to be greeting me with a warm hug and some random broken-up explanation of whatever it was she just got done doing, which was usually terrorizing our cat Scout, or making a huge mess “washing her hands” in the sink (and thoroughly soaking everything else in the general vicinity)...


That was night number 3 and this is day number 4, now the exciting anticipation for a little temporary freedom has been replaced by the yearning for that beautifully demanding responsibility of taking care of my daughter. And I still have 5 more days.

What will I do with all this time on my hands...

I've rounded up the usual suspects; Merlot, Ms. Jane Austen and my notebook full of shitty poetry. Let the self-loathing begin!