Ryan read my last post and today he took me out for a lovely breakfast and then sent me off to the coffee shop to work on my project while he oversaw things back at the nut farm. When I left Charlie was in time out for going into the garage alone. Wesley was in that lull in neediness he has between feeding/diaper change and needs to fall asleep but cannot unless he is swaddled, pacifiered, and held correctly.
I am looking forward to dinner at my parents' and another exciting football game (last week's last second win over the #1 team in the country was so exciting Ryan and I both screamed and leapt off the couch. Wesley found this not a little terrifying and we were up very very late. It was well worth it).
And now onto item number two million on the list of concerns Dr. Advisor provided me with for my dissertation revisions. Don't worry, I'm not going in order. You'd know it if I'd already addressed the first one-million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred ninety-nine items.
(inconsistent use of hyphens, BIG RED X)
I just hope Charlie and I can sit together when we are both hooded in 2035.