I’m not complaining so please . . no sermons about appreciating my husband. I do! I am actually looking forward to him retiring in a few years. No more shirts to iron. No more 5:30 wake up calls so breakfast can be on the table by 6.
But, when he’s home . . there is no “normal”. On the days he’s at work, I wander around aimlessly but I usually take 20 or 30 pictures a day. I think of things to write about. When he’s home, things are just different. We’ll find our new normal when he’s home every day.
This morning I fixed a big breakfast and then I don’t know what happened . . I washed one load of jeans and they’re still in the washer. I haven’t knitted. I haven’t sewed. I haven’t done anything!
Not long after breakfast, he said “Let’s go to Brady and eat Mexican.” Ughh . . I didn’t want to drive 40+ miles one way just to eat. I want to eat healthy but I said ok. He took a shower, came out and said “We’re going to McAlister’s.” Huh? He decided he didn’t want to drive to Brady. That makes me happy because a trip to Brady is never complete for him unless he stops at Tractor Supply and Walmart. Yes, we have both of those here but he loves going to the ones in Brady.
We went to McAlister’s, got home about 2:30 and here it is almost 8 and I’ve done nothing. Have nothing to tell you, nothing to show you. Pretty sad, huh? Maybe I’ll do better tomorrow.