This evening, I drop the kids off with their dad for spring break; he gets every spring break since we live an hour apart.
This is bad timing given my rudderless existential crisis that is happening.
I’m not sure what I will do until the 26th. I have some appointments-one in a nearby state. That’s helpful in giving me something to do. Other than that-I just have the usual-cleaning up the house and after pets.
Usually, I make jam-packed plans to start the gym, clean the house, and write, but I usually end up on the couch binge watching Grey’s Anatomy or The Last Man on Earth-or the Golden Girls.
So I think I will plan to do rudimentary chores and to lie around and start the gym later-you know-like after the kids return later.
I mean-why stress myself out? Right?