I have GOT to get back into a regular routine. One that involves going to bed at 10 so that I can be coherent enough to parent at 6 or 7 am when my beloved children arise.
But... going to bed is so boring, especially when you've gone to bed past midnight for the last several nights. I'm not even sleepy right now! Why go to bed if I'm not tired?
I am liking apartment life so far. Elaine locked the bathroom door and then closed it (no one was in the bathroom) and as we live on the 3rd story, there's no popping the screen off the window and going in that way. I hunted briefly for a key, then Superman called the maitenence crew for help. A man arrived, and 30 seconds later had the door open, using the key that was right on top of the door trim. How embarrassing. I could have SWORN I checked there. Ah well, nice to have my hair color for an excuse.
One thing I have not liked so much about apartment life is the lack of dogs. As in, we don't have one any more. Especially with Superman working nights, it was really nice to have a couple of friendly, tail-thumping, living, breathing animals for company. I realize that Tesla is living and breathing but nothing will ever be the same as the comfortable atmosphere a dog sprawled out on the floor brings.
I miss my dogs. A lot.
Since we moved in we've had VERY few days of sun. It's been quite rainy and cold and we're all going a little bit crazy as a result of being inside for so long. This week is forecasted to be sunny and I ciouldn't be happier. I need me some sun.