I’m up at six, dry run for tomorrow. I meant to start us into the work schedule a week ago, and I did try, but somehow this is the first time I’m actually up when I’m supposed to be.
That’s pretty sad, considering all summer I thought I’d be going back to work yesterday. I’d have been in pretty sad shape if I had.
Six loads of laundry yesterday, that’s why. Can’t believe I let it slip so far.
Oh well. (I know. Are you there, Ange? 😉 Six loads of laundry, all my clothes moved out of the office and into my bedroom, all Hope’s clothes sorted and put where she can find them, and every last dish clean before I went to bed. Not bad at all.
This six o’clock thing is going to hurt.