This morning, Bruce and I woke up at 5.30 am, packed Megan up & sent her on her way to Vietnam for a business trip.  She'll be gone all week, and I will be here to hold the fort until Friday night.  What's the worst that could happen....
Well, my first confession is that after I made her some toast, sliced up an apple for her & carried her suitcase to the car, I fell straight back to sleep.  I forgot to feed the dog and almost overslept my only appointment of the day.  
Last time I was left alone, I didn't shave for a week, allowing a disgustingly ruddy beard to grow.  I also stayed up late and ate meals whenever I wanted.  Yup, it was pretty crazy over here...
This time, however, there will be little of that sort of behaviour.  Probably.  Who knows...  

This week I'll be trying to dedicate time to preparing for our little one's arrival.  I know I still have a few months up my sleeve, but as a gold-medal procrastinator, I want to make a start.  This means cruising the baby/mother stores, signing up to parents' groups, and lots more reading...  

Of course, most of that good intention will be replaced by movies, the gym/rugby, and the dog.  Wish me luck!
 





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