True confession: I spent the entire day in the same yoga pants and t-shirt I wore to bed last night. I added a sweatshirt, and I did not wash my hair.
My day was filled with a morning of Bubby at preschool, which allowed me time to work one-on-one with Bugaboo - that is when he wasn't too busy asking for "Bubba?" and "Dadda?" We had terrible Campells'/Lipton soups for lunch, and my oldest spent way too much time with PBS while I put dinner in the crockpot, went through half a box of tissue, and tried to keep my coughing to a minimum.
When The Hubs got home early today (the one perk of exam days), one of the first things out of his mouth was, "How would you like a couple of hours to yourself?"
My yoga-pants-unwashed-hair-wearing-self got in the car before wasting any time on looks. I had two books, a journal, and hot cup of coffee waiting for me on this rainy afternoon. The girl almost half my age at Panera looked at me with a puzzled but happy smile. I wasn't sure if she was curious about my sweatshirt (which is for our local young adult community) or if there was some hidden food/snot/slobber remnant on my sleeve. For once I didn't care one bit what I looked like.
I made my way to a booth and enjoyed the almost-silence. (There is always that one person talking loudly on her cell phone about personal things to disturb the silence. But even that didn't bother me this afternoon.)
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