I’m never sure quite what to do
with myself, when the house is relatively quiet and the chores are done. I
suppose there’s always something to do if I go looking for it, but truth be
told, I’m not feeling quite up to par, today. My immune system is very poor,
this time of year, and it couldn’t hurt to give myself some time to myself.
To be quite honest, I’m not sure
why I created a blog. I know some people create them to talk about their
hobbies – crafting, scrapbooking, whatnot. I’m not so interesting, I’m afraid.
I have two children, Brendan and
Sarah. They’ll be fourteen in March.
My husband, Gordon, and I have
been married for almost sixteen years. He’s a good father; he does the best he
can, despite being so busy with work. He drives the kids to all their lessons
and sports on weekends, then comes home and marks papers for most of the
afternoon, unless he’s needed to prepare anything on-campus.
Which is increasingly since the
beginning of this semester. I don’t like to think of myself as a suspicious
person, but the years in which he’s had a female TA, he seems to find plenty
more reasons to go back to work on the weekends.
I’m sure I’m being ridiculous.
Somehow, I’ve managed to waste a
full half-hour just typing this! Typing must not be my forte. The school bus
should be here in about fifteen minutes or so, so I should get off this
computer to leave free for the kids’ homework.
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