Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Did you even know how many hours are in a day? I didn't.

Jason will be going to training in Atlanta for three days this week, and he'll be gone from Wednesday morning until Friday evening. I'm a little nervous about it.

First, I'm apprehensive about being away from Jason for that long. We've never spent that much time away from each other. I know that I'm a pansy, but I'll just miss him, you know? Besides, Reed hasn't learned how to make a good martini yet, so that means I'm going to have to get out of bed and make one MYSELF in the mornings, and that is just so MIDDLE CLASS, isn't it?

Plus, just the idea of three whole days without a single break, without anyone else in the house when I have to get Kane and Jude ready for school, or make supper, or clean up, or take a shower, or pee, or totally wig out to some Butthole Surfers while funneling Schlitz malt liquor and snorting cocaine. Just kidding! I DON'T TAKE SHOWERS!

How lucky that I got fired though, right? Jason wasn't going to be able to attend this particular training because there wouldn't have been anyone to take care of the kids while I was at work. But now I don't have to go to work! It's wonderful.

We were at home last night I MEAN TARGET, same difference, and we decided that we should hang some simple drapes up in the computer room over the sliding glass door. We have trouble keeping that room warm in the winter and cold in the summer, because the outside temperature just seeps right in through the glass. So I'm standing there, and I say, "Yeah, but I'm just having trouble thinking how long 84 inches actually is." Jason stands there for a minute, and then says, "Okay, hang on." And then he starts to unzip his pants.

How can I survive without this man for three whole days?

2 comments:

Jason, the other one said...

Jason probably would have gotten frustrated holding his place 84 times...

Recruit backup for those 3 days. You'll likely need a break for a little while.

Lindsey said...

CLASSY.