When you are the parent of small children, and your spouse is gone, there isn't too much to do. I don't have to worry about making a decent dinner. I still make something, but not as much as I would normally. I don't have to worry about what the house looks like....well, I still worry, but I do it when I can rather than worry about if he might get upset. Which he rarely does. One of the things that is so nice about him. We don't have any kind of schedule. In fact, at this moment, it is 9:17 in the morning and all of us are in our pj's. The kids are watching Super Why and so far this morning I've spent 45 minutes reading a book, then I checked my email, checked ebay (working on Andrews bday present), went to the gap to make sure I still wanted everything in my basket, and then checked my blogs. No one has eaten. I have a Wii Fit that I need to try, but so far I've only opened it up and looked at it. Hopefully I'll get to it this morning. I have recipe cards that I want to make, and the stuff is still sitting on my dining room table. I want to read my book, cross stitch, sit around and just do laundry today. Maybe vacuum. I'll probably take the kids to either the pool or the park. Yesterday we spent a lot of time at Target. I haven't been there in months. It was nice to not have to hurry home or have anything that I had to do. If my kids didn't need to get out and play, I would be content to just stay here all day in my pj's, getting things that I want to do, done. Heck, I might not even shower. I love summer for these reasons. When Andrew will start school, things won't be so lax around here. Which reminds me, I keep forgetting his school supply list every time we go to a store. I hope your summer is as lazy as mine. I love this kind of summer!!! How is your summer going??
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
A bad day in Paris is better than a good day anywhere else.