Today

is the first morning I'm by myself and I'm not sure what do with myself. Even though the girls have been back in school for weeks, the way our vacation and holidays fell, they've only been going on Wednesdays, which is the day I help out in the classroom. I'm sure they're doing fine, but I do worry a little bit about Lexi since I think she might actually believe I go to preschool with them. But she did give me a kiss and hug this morning and ran into the classroom, so I guess I don't actually have anything to be worried about.

But I've done the laundry and picked up the house, resisted the urge to drive through Starbucks and now I don't know what to do. I'm sure there is a million things I could find if I actually tried, but that doesn't seem like much fun. I do have plans to work on Lexi's scrapbook (like actually start it before this baby comes), but I think that's a project better put off for future weeks.

I guess I'll just take the rest of my morning and relax, something I don't get to much of. Because the next few months are going to fly by and I'll no longer have the time to myself.