When I can’t type my password correctly, I know there’s something terribly wrong. My fingers lose graceful coordination when something’s bothering me.
This coming weekend is something I’m not looking forward to. The President (Lord, bless his balding head!) declared at the last minute that the 20th of August will be a holiday. August 21st has already been previously declared a holiday, so that means we’re having a four-day weekend.
While a huge part of the population may be in a state of euphoria about it, I am so dreading those days. Once again, I’m going to be an accidental holiday orphan. Well, maybe not exactly “accidental”, as I almost always end up alone during holidays. My daughter will spend that long weekend at her Dad’s, so that leaves me doing another Macaulay Culkin.
There will be no “significant other (SO)” to snuggle up with. Truth be told, there’s a greater chance that a meerkat will show up at my doorstep than Mr. SO and I will spend time together.
Looking at the silver lining of this cloud, I can just think of it as valuable “me” time. I can sleep in and not think of anybody else but myself. I won’t have to look after anyone or make grilled cheese sandwiches… or watch Phineas and Ferb (who am I kidding, of course I’ll miss my little girl!).
And yes, I almost forgot about my friends. I can go see them and pig out or do something out of the box.
Before I know it, my daughter will be back in my arms, and I shall be reborn… and probably have a meerkat as a pet.