Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 192.4 lbs.

Summer is officially over, or so it feels! I have been asking Tom for the last few days if he was nervous about going back to work, and he has said “somewhat”, but hasn’t acted it. I, on the other hand, didn’t hardly sleep a wink last night, as I am so effected by the somber change in mood around me, and the sense of finality that comes each time this year. When Tom returns to work, days shorten, and things start to feel more serious. On the radio this morning there was a poll about who is effected more by the first day of school. And between parents, kids, teachers and bus drivers, drivers was leading the survey with 44% of the vote. So I guess that others too recognize that this is an especially challenging time for those who must transport kids into parts unknown. And get up so god awful early to do it.

 And all this on the heels of bellyaching all summer that Tom was underfoot, got to sleep in, and was in my way every time I turned around. Now it is his turn to get up and out even earlier than me, take things more seriously, and fret about work related matters. And I suddenly realize that I will miss him and the more footloose lifestyle that we tend to live together when he is off. On the other hand, I had promised myself that I would resume use of the basement exercise equipment once he was not on it or around to witness my fat flapping in “the wind.” I do hope to make good on this, but am not convinced that I will resume this minute.

I do have a long day scheduled at work today, along with errands that I should run on the way home (and probably won’t).

It would have been nice to have gotten some sleep going into this work week, but I suppose that I will have to try to make up for lost time tonight, if I am still not too perturbed by shifts in our world and lifestyle.

God, whatever would I be like if we actually had kids?!