what a useless day...
Taking random days off in mid-week should only be done on a spontaneous basis. I decided on Monday that I was going to take tomorrow off, so Monday, Tuesday, and today were spent anticipating not having to be at work. I haven't exactly been a model of productivity, for sure. If I was taking a whole long weekend it would be different, because I have a number of things that I need to get done before the following week begins; however, since I know I'm going to be in on Friday to finish things up, I had absolutely no motivation to get ahead of the game.
Do I really need to say that I'm desperately looking forward to tomorrow?
At 9 AM I'm going to look at a potential new house (because we have have have to move soon. We have no room for this baby and as of tomorrow we only have 2 months left to get organized. And that's assuming he doesn't come early. I'm about to freak out again, so I'll leave it at that). I'm hoping we like it so we can start moving ASAP and I'll have one less major thing to stress about. Then, at noon, I have to take the Jack to register for kindergarten. It seems like he was a baby about 2 weeks ago...how did he get to be a school-ager so fast? And how did I get so old so fast? These are questions better left unasked, I think.
It seems like a waste to go to bed so early on a non-work night, but I'm old and I'm tired and I have a lot to do tomorrow. Anyway, I was reckless and stayed up past 10 PM last night, so I ought to make up for it tonight!
