Colin is in Rwanda this week for work (??), so me and my dog, Hannah, are chilling at home solo.
On the bright side, this offers us girly bonding time (long, rambling one-sided chats, too many treats).
We can watch embarrassingly terrible romantic comedies when they’re on TV, without any fear of judgement (most of them are pretty bad, but I appreciate the McDonalds-like trashy nature of how easy they go down).
I don’t have-to/get-to cook for anyone, so I end up eating a random assortment of non-meals instead of proper dishes (dinner last night was a bowl of leftover risotto, three spoonfuls of cottage cheese, a handful of strawberries and a Skor bar).
… maybe that last one isn’t part of the bright side. Hm.
On the flip side, the house seems eerily empty after a couple days without one of our main pack members. Obviously, we both miss him (Hannah still wont settle down in her own bed until after midnight, when she’s fully given up hope that he’s just coming home late from work).
It also leaves all the household responsibilities to me. Cleaning is a non-issue since less people = less mess. I’m far too organized to miss things like checking the mail, paying bills, etc. The only real challenge is managing my schedule and Hannah’s schedule- solo.
Oh yes, my dog has a schedule. She goes to daycare 5 days a week these days, since we found a daycare that we really, really like, and she gets to run hard with her buddies instead of loitering at home alone for 10-12 hours. Daycare hours are from 7-6. I work from 8-5. Considering it takes me around 30-45 minutes to get home, this usually works out pretty well. Except- oh yeah- my hours aren’t really 8-5 because, being more senior now means a lot of meetings and deadlines fall outside ‘working hours.’ It’s not ‘overtime’, it’s just a reality of the job.