The past week has been fine. Nothing really exciting to write about so I didn’t bother coming on here to bore you. Or me.

 But this coming week, it will be different. New and different! Aren’t you excited???

Oh, by “different”, I mean terrifying. Yeah, that may be a better way to describe it. Because the Hubby is going on a business trip. He’ll be gone all week. SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

A whole week just me and the Kid. Which really it not a problem, it will be great to have him to myself for a week. So you’re probably asking: Why the help wanted sign on my front lawn then? Well, the Hubby and I both have 45 minute drives to work in the morning. He takes the kid in one direction (because he works 10 minutes from daycare and all the Kid’s doctors). And I, on the other hand, have 45 minutes of highway miles to get to work -in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION.

So this week, my trip to daycare and then to work will be about 2 hours. If I don’t hit any accidents on the highways and we don’t get any significant snow fall. Two wonderful hours, each way. That’s baaaaadddd… Especially will the added stress of having to make it to daycare from work before a certain time so they don’t charge me an freakin fortune for every minute I am late picking him up. It’ll be great!  

I have already told my boss that there is no way in hell I’ll be into work on time. There just isn’t. I can’t go to bed any earlier, I am already in bed almost as soon as the kid is asleep. And the morning is what it is, IBS issues and all. I’ll be getting out of the house as early as possible and then just praying I get to work before noon. Hahaha, ok, it won’t be thatbad. But the likelihood of me getting out of the house at 6am to get to work by 8am? Absolutely zero. So all the time that I am late I’ll have to cover with vacation time. What a waste of good paid time off. 

(oh, and speaking of time off, I have all my fingers and toes crossed that he doesn’t get sick because I do not have enough of that to cover any time off. My biggest concern is that he’ll spike some mysterious fever just for the hell of it and I will be soooooooo screwed. agh! I can’t even think about it without my intestines cramping. My boss is sick to, and I have been listening to her cough and hack all week. I feel like I need to disinfect myself before I come inside my house so the kid doesn’t get it.)

I am most worried about the later part of the week. When I am exhausted from the longer drive, and having to be the one who gets up with the Kid in the middle of the night (which he hasn’t done at all this week, but of course, will do nightly this coming week). Because the exhaustion brings on the IBS symptoms and just plain icky feeling.

So, this week may be filled with lots of bitching and complaining and posts written with only one eye open that I might forget to spell check or proof read. I’m just saying, you’ve been warned.