I’ve been looking forward to my new found free time, but still I cried after I dropped her off at her class. Which was especially bad because I had to stop by the grocery store and pick up milk. Oh well, let the customers wonder, I always say.
Then I came home and watched The Nanny while I ate breakfast. My daughter has only been gone for hours and I’ve already slipped into the masses who watch daytime TV. The commercials they show during this time slot are especially depressing because they are all adds to help you become a message therapist or a medical assistant. Basically they say, “I stopped being a loser who stays home watching daytime TV and made something of my life; you can too!”
I think I need some chocolate.