It's been a long week without Muffin.
By now, I'm used to being a parent. I'm used to waking up early to ensure two people get out the door and get where they are supposed to be. I am used to finding ways to entertain youngsters so they won't get into trouble. I am used doing three or four things at once because - hell, they've got to be done. I'm used to giving baths, bandaging boo-boos, singing silly songs, making dinner, doing laundry, reading stories and snuggling.
I am not used to having so much time on my hands.
I have stayed late at work every night this week because I don't want to go home to an empty house. Hmmm, does a house with bitching kitties in a cage count as empty? Nah, don't want to deal with that either.
Right. Well, that's the end of my pity-party.
I have found something to do every evening after work - go to the library, go shopping, go to the beach. My checkbook is a little pissed off, but I'm sure he will recover. Tonight, I think I'll go get a pedicure. Any other suggestions for a lone woman in need of distraction?