I am trying to get my game on,
but my inner night owl has taken over.
Big E is back to work, and I've been being bad.
One of the things people (okay, women) ask me
about Big E's job is how I handle evenings.
And honestly, once I'm in a routine, it isn't really a problem.
I have my own time to work on projects,
or listen to books on tape, or watch TV
without having to justify my (questionable) taste to anyone.
I have a bedtime, and I follow the program.
But sometimes, I just don't want to go to bed.
There is a certain anxiety of missing something,
a phone call, a knock on the door,
of something happening and not being ready.
And yes, there is also the totally irrational feeling
that if I am awake nothing will go wrong.
First dog bite? Before dinner time.
Last dog bite? Not even close to bedtime.
GSW? Middle of the afternoon.
But still, the feeling continues to lurk there.
And there must be some truth to it,
because reacting to an emergency with bedhead
and pillow creases on your face
must make things worse, right?
Not to mention answering the door to brass
and without a bra...
The mind reels.
I know I'll pull myself together and set a routine.
I'm just being self indulgent by staying up late.
I'm playing games with myself
and pretending that the vacation isn't over.
My real job (after being a mom) is to be a cop's wife,
and damn it I liked being on vacation.