Bullshark is heading overseas for the rest of the month. Naval reserve stuff. Bad news is, I'm flying solo with the kids, etc. for the rest of August. Good news is, the timing could not have been better because I'm unemployed until September. I had hoped by writing this, I would shake off the complete and utter denial I am experiencing right now.
Don't think it worked.
Ok, so I'll list the things I need to do before he returns.
Things to do:
Every morning, water the garden, check for veggies to pick, make lots of salads.
Every morning, go for a walk! Seriously, no fucking excuses. Pack the baby into a stroller and get your fat ass out there. (Oh yeah, the professional pics taken at the race were not flattering.)
Go to the dentist (long overdue filling for me, annual check up for Clownfish).
Make an appointment to see a kidney doctor. The stones are lurking, but couldn't be dealt with during pregnancy.
Finally finish the bar application for State 2. Passed the damn exam in 2009 and haven't gotten admitted yet.
Make a doctor appointment about Angelfish's lungs... could be nothing, but she gets frequent coughs.
Start on Angelfish's baby album. She's seven months old. It is time.
Hey, haven't you been meaning to print the old blog posts about Clownfish? For like, years now?
Oh, there was that list of books you've been meaning to read...?
Plan Clownfish's birthday.
You've got at least two softball games and you have to arrange for childcare at the field.
Visit all of those friends and family you've been politely putting off until August. Its August now. The calendar is starting to fill up... and you haven't even started calling those doctors.
. . .
Ok, now I'm just freaking myself out.
Edited to add: Clownfish's school uniform, school shoes, school sneakers, back to school shopping....
I think I'll go have some wine. Bullshark should be done packing soon, I hope.
(Anyone recognize the post title?)
Now that song is going to be stuck in my head. Worse, it's Katie Holmes singing it from when Joey was in a talent show in "Dawson's Creek."
ReplyDeleteIt'll be fine. No, it'll suck. But you'll get through it. Hugs!
HAHAHAHHAHA OMG I COULD HUG YOU FOR THAT!!!
ReplyDeleteDouble embedded pop culture reference FOR THE WIN!!!!
He is gone . . . the river's just a river.
ReplyDeleteIf I knew you would be so excited about that then I would have been more precise and said it was the Miss Windjammer Pageant.
ReplyDeleteI am loling over here. Dawson's Creek is forever entwined in my mind with those first few precious months nursing Clownfish because reruns of that show (and Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel) were all I watched.
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