It has been a rough week, folks...M left for the homeland on
Tuesday and we're here on our own for the total of three weeks. Tuesday night I had a meeting...the boys got picked up, fed and pj'd by a neigbhour. Wednesday I had to sign our new lease (in french, all by myself), so the boys got to see me 5 minutes before the "garderie" (daycare) closed. Thursday night I had a computer software course, and got home an hour plus later than normal. Tonight I'm just fried. If I had to do anything intellectual it would have to be redone tomorrow anyway (maybe its a good
thing I can't do report cards from home: less guilt about not doing them). I haven't done anything since the boys got in bed, in fact I'm in PJ's myself and the sun's still in the sky...pathetic.On a lighter note, here's some pics of the new place...very small, but that's okay, we haven't much furniture anyway. This is an all-new kitchen, and it opens to the living/dining room, that is the second pic. This is the second floor, and there are two bedrooms above with a new bathroom and a tiny little attic that will serve for storage (suitcases) above that. Its all very clean, very new and bright, and we're not too much further away from school and friends...bikes will be our best mode of transportation next year, I think. Can only be good for us.
Speaking of furniture, we're working on it...getting the goods second hand and via yard sales once we get back...we may be sleeping all together the first few nights, as we've only got two single beds for the four of us so far!
Back to why I'm bummed out: its been a rough week because I am not eating or sleeping properly with M gone. Its easier having a piece of cold pizza (or 6) than a real dinner, and I'm bad at
regulating my own bedtime when I haven't someone around to be with...surfing online or reading obscure stuff on websites seems to have kept me up way too late recently...hence the reason why I'm also humorless these days.M. has been calling and keeping me updated on what's happening, but in a way, its only making it worse: I'm (emotionally) ready to go back to Canada for a few weeks and feel like he's doing it without me...even though he's working while there. I'm getting cuddles from the cute ones (see pic) but it's just not the same.
I know, I know...you'll tell me to knock some sense into my head and go do something, visit with someone, have an adventure with the boys or SOMETHING--and I will, right after I have a good mope and a few glasses too many of Chablis or half a box of Neuhaus chocolates...and after I finish downloading daytime t.v. to my ipod so I can watch junk t.v. until I crash...
--told you to turn back before I pulled you into the depths of dulldrums--I did warn you!
