kyburg | Well, I know where that came from -

Jim has tweaked a tendon in his left hand. Hard enough and nasty enough to require a brace, and he's been written off for five days, starting yesterday. (Jim's left-handed. This is an official PIA. And in the hand.)

That's one day off, plus this Sunday - I think. Don't know. He might go back earlier.

He didn't set the alarms this morning, and I suspect stayed up waaaaay past his bedtime last night. Because today? FREEDOM! He's off, the kid's in daycare (we don't miss days, he gets too much out of it, seriously) so the only thing Jim can't do is videogames. Or housework. Paperwork. Could read. Could watch movies. Could SLEEP ALL DAY.

Neither my or Xander's routines changed a jot. I still had to have him up, dressed, fed and to daycare at 7:00 AM.

Uh. Normal time up? About 5:30, where I have to distract myself from peeing because the one bathroom is taken up by his truly - so I make beds, turn on appropriate morning TV for his nibs, wake up boy, dress, cosset, cuddle and prepare lunches for all three of us, and breakfast for kiddo. Then place child in front of food, direct to eat - and by then, his truly is out of the bathroom, dressed and can take over while I get showered and dressed myself.

I can also toss clothes into the laundry, and if I'm really good - do it early enough to have the clothes ready to put into the dryer on our way out the door.

That is - if I'm up on time.

Out of bed this morning at 6:15. I'm normally out the door at 6:30. Guess what didn't happen today.

Boy got dressed, fed (something new on top of it - anyone ever deal with Eggo Muffin Tops? Total win - they're ready in 12 seconds in the microwave, and the chocolate chip ones smell divine!) and yours truly got to toss on clothes, grab a bowel of instant noodles and jet.

Why yes, I'm a bit peeved. Jim sets the alarms, he sleeps right next to the damn thing and I can't even SEE the clock from my side of the bed. (It's also buried under clean clothes that don't get into the drawers.) Was my getting up on time important? Guess not. I still had to get kid to daycare before going to work myself, though.

Times past, I would have just kicked myself in the head because stuff wasn't getting done.

Not so much anymore.

I still had the beds made, the dishes tidied up, the laundry pulled in, the kid dressed and fed (and found out his jacket was still at school, so found a backup option), clean clothes on my body (I am going to get a looong soak tonight, so help me, to compensate for the lack of personal hygeine this AM) - I even brought the newspaper in.

And both kid and I made it to our destinations on time.

Did I stop once once I was on my feet? Why, no. No, I wasn't. I can sit down when I'm in the car!

I have this task list in my head (and yes, it's a drop down) - doesn't everyone?

Erg. Not impressed. Jim isn't malicious. Just oblivious.

Tonight is leftovers turned into chowder night - I think. Maybe. I might leave that for crockpot use tomorrow. Wait - am I coming up with all the meal planning again? I AM. WOW.

Payday is tomorrow. Jim is taking the boy to the beach. Me? I'm getting a ride in a bud's new car. And a nice lunch - I insist on it.

And I still want to consider a retreat as my birthday present to self - anyone have any suggestions? I'd love a writer's retreat, but sincerely - just time away from phones and stuffs will do.