I've never been good at living in the now. Especially when it's Monday or Tuesday.
Every week this semester at precisely 11:30 Sunday night, I have succumbed to an anxiety that makes me unable to eat, sleep, or enjoy life at all. I live through the following two days thinking only of Tuesday night at 9:30, when I can collapse on Kathryn's king sized bed and spend time with the girls.
So now it's Monday night. I'm half way there. The good life begins in less than 24 hours. I can do this.
(Julie desperately needs a different school schedule. What was she thinking???)
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