Corinne’s on her annual “sabbatical” or whatever you want to call it; one of the joys of being a stay-at-home-mom is that she can decamp to rural Idaho for weeks at a time to play golf and ride horses and let Bumblebee discover new things, like grass and carpet. We’re well into week three and I think Corinne’s finally starting to think about buying a return ticket.
The timing of her trip couldn’t be better, though. I’ve been working nights and weekends–and by that I mean EVERY night and EVERY weekend–for the past three weeks on a work project that’s finally wrapping up.
It’s kind of a fun experience when Corinne’s out of town to discover what kind of adult I am on my own. Can I keep the apartment clean, keep the cat fed, get enough sleep, buy vegetables at the grocery story, and act like a responsible adult?
That’s been easy so far, because I’ve been at the office almost every waking moment. But know that I’m returning to normal working hours (and no more catered meals), it’s time for the real test…let’s see how long I can go without lapsing into a complete state of arrested development.
When I start blogging about my Madden scores, you’ll know I’ve fallen off the wagon.
What’s the verdict?
The house is spotless, the laundry is done, and I’m on Episode 4 of Ken Burns’s “The Civil War.”
Turns out I’m a gentleman and a scholar.