As many of you know, my husband just returned from a trip to Vietnam last week. I am super glad he's home safe and sound! While he was away, I tried my best to keep busy and productive. I spent a lot of time on the computer, hoping to hear from him. I also wrote, to keep myself sane. This is the first installment of the series of posts that I wrote while he was gone. Try not to cringe too much . . .
*I am not ready for today.
*Robert is en route to Hanoi, Vietnam to visit an old friend from business school.
*He will be gone at least 7 days.
*Can I just hibernate for a week?
*I really am glad that he has this opportunity. I wished I could have gone with him.
Or sent the kids with him and I stay here.
But, of course, neither solution is very practical.
*So here I am, at 8:57 a.m. Delaying the beginning of the day, even though I have officially been up for five hours.
*I'm not dressed.
*The kids aren't dressed.
*No one has had breakfast. (Well, I did fry myself an egg after returning from the airport at 5:45 this morning. But the kids don't know that. And I don't intend to ever tell them. I will carry this to my grave.)
*The house is a wreck, particularly my room, since Robert packed his bags at 1:30 a.m. A mere two and half hours before we were due to wake up. Yes, I'm operating on about two and a half hours of sleep.
*If it wasn't for a doctor's appointment this afternoon, I might not get dressed at all.
*I can't tell if Ana is throwing up or spitting up, therefore I'm unsure whether I should sanitize every surface she has touched or not.
*Of course, it's too late to sanitize my lips after she slimed them.
*I will try to keep a running log of the week's events and will post them once Robert is safely returned, because I don't believe in alerting the world that I will be home, alone, with five kids for seven nights.
*If I don't survive the week, I have arranged for this to be published posthumously, kind of like Captain Kirk's mission logs.
*Live long and prosper.
*I'm hitting the shower.