here’s a minute by minute recount of my time alone.
3:53 – checked in to my room
3:55 – opened my beer
3:58 – ran around the room opening cabinets, minifridge, jumped on bed, took pics of said room.
4:05 – blogged about said room.
4:20 – stalked all of you on facebook
4:32 – got lonely
4:38 – started having anxiety about what husband will feed daughter for dinner. resisted urge to call and micromanage
4:40 – stared at the wall
4:42 – read
5:20 – started beauty rituals. really turned the luxury dial up to 11 with such beauty routines as: clipping my fingernails, using moisturizer, tweezing brows.
6:00 – got dressed
6:18 – called cab to take me to mouton
6:36 – arrived at mouton. 30 minutes early for lady date with my new fav gal pal
6:40 – played on iphone while internally chastising myself for being so out of touch with “going out” that i thought i would need a full half hour to cab 2 miles
6:46 – struck up awkward conversations with barkeep
6:50 – thank gawd a friend called me
7:10 – friendly friend shows up. we get drunk. i completely loose track of time.
12 midnight – back at hotel. in bed.
8:45 am – i am awakened.
8:47 – chug water. chug water. chug water.
8:50 – back asleep
10:00 – back up. getting packed. feeling satisfied.
10:50 – downstairs waiting for my family. missing my family. early again. twice in 24 hrs is really rare for me since i’m perpetually 15 minutes late.
11:10 – family arrives. husband had factored in my perpetual 15 min lag. reunited. off for a family fun day.
all my expectations for the evening were met and accomplished with a triumphant momma zest.