Yesterday I had two more glorious hours to myself. I didn't feel like going anywhere so Rick decided he was going to the store anyway. Patrick really wanted to go so I got him dressed. Since my eldest two kids are completely codependent, Sarah wanted to go too. Then Rick figured he may as well take the baby along. !!! WHAT!? This coming from the man who lets the children play in the car (instead of with him) while he does yardwork, the guy who can't manage the three of them long enough for me to take a real shower, the dad who has no idea where we keep the medicine, shoes, or diapers.
I waved goodbye from the window and counted to 10. The truck didn't reappear. The phone did ring, however. Do they miss me? Maybe you should come back? I had no idea what to do with my free time so I went and laid down since I'm chronically exhausted. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep so I got up, did some laundry, played on the computer, put some lights up for Christmas, and chatted on the phone for a few minutes. I even got to read a little. It was awesome!
I had time to think, too..which is always a dangerous past time. I realized that Rick is either dying, or on drugs. When confronted with this, he simply answered, "I just wanted you to have some time alone." Okay...maybe I'm dying and I don't know it yet.
