Okay, so I didn’t make it the whole week. But I did last about three days, which is basically like a week, right? I mean, a week isn’t even that long, anyway. Take out showers, meal times, coffee breaks, and sleeping, and a week is really like, twenty minutes long.
Fortunately, I did get a lot of things done in my three days of self-imposed grounding, so I don’t feel so guilty coming back to Cyberspace a little early. I cleaned out a lot of closets (not in, like, an Eminem way. I actually cleaned them out), I vacuumed – vacuumed! ME! – and I have a whole bag of stuff to take to the Salvation Army. I take them a carload of stuff about once a month, because if we haven’t talked about this before, my house is about this big:
So, you know, not a lot of room for old notebooks and socks with holes and expired paint.
Not that I take expired paint to the Salvation Army. Or holey socks. But you know what I mean. I get them the heck out of my house.
Also, I managed to find a stroller that will – wait for it – FIT IN OUR CAR!
Because in case we haven’t gone over this either, this is our actual car:
Yeah. Not exactly a minivan.
I’ve also edited the first eight chapters of my new WIP, tentatively entitled Synthesis. I’ve gone to Starbucks a lot and ordered Venti glasses of skim milk. I’ve had lunch with my husband at his office. I’ve glanced at my school stuff, then turned away and pretended it didn’t exist and that I won’t have to go back to work next month.
It’s been a good week so far.
What about y’all? What did you do while I was gone, besides cry and beg for my return? (Deny it all you want, I know the truth.)