Hang the blessed DJ

With thanks to the Smiths for the lyric (see video below).

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself today. I don't have to go to work.

That's right, I'm not on the schedule today to fill-in for anyone, and it's the first time in eleven days. But it's also the first time in I don't know when that on a day off work, I didn't have to take care of TFYO. She won't be here. She'll be at school.


WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO FREAKIN' DO WITH MY DAY???


This brings home the realization that I've lost my chief excuse for working out now. I always used to say I was too busy taking care of my child to get up and go for a run, or go to the gym. Damn it. Now I'll have to lose weight.

I suppose I'll mow and edge the lawn this morning before it gets too hot. Then trim the hedges. Maybe head to the great and powerful Walmart for some groceries.

OH MY DEAR GOD I'M GOING TO BE SO FRICKIN' BORED!

Oh, don't mind that. That's my little inner Type A voice panicking. It's just that I've always been TFYO's caregiver, along with Ray. When I wasn't at work, I was with our child. The few moments that I actually spent alone in the house were when Ray would take her to the store or the mall for an hour.

I'M GOING TO BE ALONE IN THE HOUSE FOR SIX HOURS!

It's okay. I'm going to be okay really. This should have hit me last week, but I was so busy being a part-timer working full time hours that this little crisis is just hitting me now. I'll just have a cup of tea, or maybe two. Maybe three. It's a bit too early for wine. I don't think we have any anyway.

YOU FORGOT TO BUY WINE??!!