In 12 hours I will be leaving my house and on the way to work. It won’t take 45 minutes to get there, but I hate being late, and also, I have no idea what I’m going to be doing.
DH did his last couple of hours work today until September. He’s crazily excited about it. I think he is starting to stress too, but he’s keeping a lid on it.
I keep throwing instructions at him “E will eat food if you pretend to eat it first”, and “make sure that you call the Drs to make an appointment for H’s jabs” not to mention all the stuff I’m throwing at him about the house. I’m a control freak and I’m concerned I’ll burn out trying to do it all. DH thinks I’m panicking unnecessarily.
I’ve planned my week’s worth of outfits for work. I did want to buy a special lunchbox, but dh pointed out that it was going a little far.
I’m sitting on the sofa watching dh try and settle H, he isn’t doing well. I keeps stressing which makes H worse, but I don’t want to interfere. I just have to trust DH will get it.
Holy crap, I’m back at work tomorrow. That’s gone quickly