It's been a weird week.
We're calling it The Week of Chad. (Actually his phrase, not mine.) What this means is that Congress is in recess. And what that means is Chad's schedule is completely and utterly up to him. He might as well be retired. This partially makes up for working all those crazy hours, for sure.
So this week Chad has headed into work for a couple hours each day, gone golfing at least three times, been to the gym on a handful of occasions, stayed up late to watch movies then slept in, organized a happy hour, and cleaned out our utility room.
He has also walked the dog every. single. day. For me, this has been paradise - not only because walking the dog is one of my least favorite chores, but also because it's topped 100 degrees for the last three days and just the idea of leaving the air conditioning makes me feel kind of sick.
But as I sit here at 6:00 at night with no husband (golfing) and no dog to walk, I'm trying to remember what I did all those nights I lived by myself. I've already unloaded the dishwasher and gone through the mail, it's not a "gym" day, and my house is clean - save for that pile in the study I really must get to before we transition it into a nursery.
So, I sit. And I marvel at the peace and quiet, which I am acutely aware will not be the case about five months from now in this house. I think about which pavers we're going to buy when we redo our backyard, and what I'm going to wear to work tomorrow, and dinner.
And then I realize I have to go find something to do because this sitting around is making me crazy.
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