I had an extra special day today.
It started with a really great early morning workout that was twice as long as usual now that we’re on our summer schedule here at home (hooray!), and continued with six consecutive hour-long intense therapy sessions at work. I spent one entire hour of my afternoon as a canine named “Mr. Wienie Dog”. (I did not name myself.) Seriously. I didn’t speak for a full hour, just gestured and intoned along with my barking. From my position on all fours on the floor. Yes, this qualifies as work for me. (It was great for my client’s attention to non-verbal skills!)
As my caffeine-less (egads!) afternoon wore on, I became increasingly aware of my fatigue level, and at some point before I left work, instructed myself not to have my customary glass of wine with dinner or I was sure to pass out before the kids.
All this is shared to help you understand why it was notable tonight that after a mere fifteen minutes at home with my exhausted-from-swimming, over-excited-about-being-home-together boys, I did not think twice before breaking open the nearest bottle of cold chenin blanc as I warmed up the roasted chicken.
Fifteen minutes, Wonderfriends.
I think I’ve said in the past that my boys get along really, really well. What I meant was, they get along really, really well when one of them is at school for 7 hours a day.
I’m just saying.