Fourteen Minutes

T minus 14 minutes and counting. . .that's all the time I have before I MUST start my nightly ritual.  Seeing that my sleepy buns must be en route to school by 6:30am, my night is done my 9:30.  It's almost 9 now, and I have bottles and dishes to wash.  Dish washing is not something I enjoy, though I am currently shaped like a Maytag.  But doing the dishes is a big help to Jesse; he is truly the primary care giver at the moment.  Primarily occupied with the babe- no time to clean.  I honestly don't mind.

So what else do I have to do before hitting the hay?  Here goes: wash baby bottles and dishes, wash mommy and daddy plates and forks, pack lunch, wash coffee pot, preset coffee maker, select outfit for tomorrow, locate matching & sensible shoes, pack tote for work. . .Ugh!  What am I doing typing right now???  Too much to do, not enough time to sleep!

A quick update on my first day back- the entire day reeked of a "Wish you were here" postcard, and sender was Miles.  These are truly heartbreaking times.  I didn't know it was possible to feel homesick when stranded only 20 miles away.  

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