Last night, in the name of getting out of the house since I don’t do that very much, we went to pick up some pizza and drive around town.
There were people rehearsal dinnering, walking, taking pictures. One chick was walking a little chihuahua with a purple sweater on.
There was also one lady who was standing under a tree staring up into the branches. Just staring. Unless she lost her bird I’m not sure what the deal was, but hey, I don’t judge. Maybe she loves the tree.
We came home and ate our pizza, which was freaking delicious.
Then I went to bed. Nine o’clock on a Friday night and I went to bed. We’re crazy around these parts. CRAZY.
I was thinking last night during the drive about how much I miss having a job.
Josh was telling all these stories about work and his days, and I realized it’s this whole separate life he has. People and work and places to go. I wouldn’t call how I feel jealous, but I am a little bit wistful.
I remember being good at something. Having definite purpose during a given day. Talking to adults.
But then I think about how much I’d miss Lucy. How much I’d miss peekaboo and cheese sticks.
So I guess you could say I’m torn.
It’s not like it’s really even a choice right now. No one is exactly breaking down the door for my phone answering expertise and sarcastic wit at the moment. But maybe one day I’ll have an opportunity, and who am I kidding – we all know I’ll take it. And then I’ll whine about missing being at home.
Because that’s what I do.