I haven’t posted anything in days. Again.
It’s not as if I haven’t had time. Heck, I’ve been up until after mid-night, even reaching beyond one a.m., every night this week. The children have been in bed, if not promptly, then at a decent hour, an hour allowing me some time to myself before I should have been in bed. But I stayed up and up and up.
Well, it wasn’t exactly my fault on Wednesday, was it Jenny? It was Both our faults, you’ll have to admit. We tucked the children in, watched Beautiful Girls (see it, do), and then talked until the wee hours. Morons.
But Thursday night, after a Most Pleasant evening at Beth’s house, during which we decided together that I would go Directly To Bed upon getting home and Not Bother with preparations for the lunch I was giving the next day, I stayed up for Hours after the children were sleeping. I was cooking chicken, I was blanching green beans, I was defrosting spinach, I was ironing a tablecloth. Fool.
Last night was William’s First Ever basketball game. He played beautifully. We had a great time. I thought I might even write a post about it (still might), connecting it in my head with some other blog-worthy thoughts about William. Yes, I thought, tonight, after the children are sleeping, I will write about William. I didn’t do that. Idiot.
Instead, I cleaned out (in keeping with the Cleaning and Organizing theme) a part of my desk and there found a bevy of unanswered letters, photos, photos and more photos, and stamps that will soon need additional stamps to be successful in sending Anything Anywhere. I did write two thank you notes and paid one bill, and I went to bed after 12:30. I did not write my review of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe for cinekklesia, something I have been intending and mentally preparing to do all week. Imbecile.
And tonight? Well, tonight it is 11:37, and I have accomplished Very Close to Nothing. Well, I have enjoyed a phone conversation with Lynne and one with Bill.
Ah, Bill. Yes, that’s my problem. It’s his fault. Why bother going to bed when the bed is otherwise unoccupied? Is there Anything Lonelier than turning off the lights alone, knowing that, for yet Another Night, he is Not Here?
I think it’s been Avoidance on my part. All Week. Yep, that’s what it’s been.
But he’ll be home tomorrow. Bliss! He isn’t getting home until late, but that’s okay.
I’m sure I’ll still be up.
