unmotivated

It's my night off. No child tending duties for me - dinner out, and a whole evening to do what I want, which only rolls around every other week. It's normally my writing night, or massage night, or something along those lines.

So what am I doing?

Sitting on my bed, playing solitare on my laptop while contemplating how to approach our latest early intervention disaster. It's so bad I'm not ready to write about it because I might start throwing things again.

You'd think I'd have a better plan, but no. Normally I'd at least be sitting in a coffee shop, but there are only 2 close by that are open past 9, and neither of them had any open chairs.

If my spouse ever gets Acorn to bed, we might yet have a few quiet moments to ourselves, before the nurse gets here at 11, but I'm not counting on it.