It’s Wednesday. Chris left for his trip to Atlanta on Sunday evening. That was three days ago. So far, I’ve popped into his office at LEAST once every day to tell him about the latest and greatest happening of my day (life, according to me). How stupid do I feel when it finally dawns on me . . . HE’S NOT HOME DIPSHIT.
He and I both home office. He actually travels quite a bit – – once a month usually. A week at the least. 2-3 weeks at the most. But sometimes, he’ll have a run of being home for months and months without any travel at all. I am such a creature of habit – – I get used to having him around here during my day.
My favorite part of my daily routine? My coffee breaks with him. Yes, we both home office – – but our offices are separate. He has his space. I have mine. We wake up in the morning, share a cup of coffee (of course, that is if my insomnia hasn’t gotten the best of me and I actually WAKE up in the morning rather than going to SLEEP in the morning)… share a cuppa joe and then disappear into our respective offices for the day.
He usually has a phone growing out of his ear. I usually have a mouse growing out of my right hand.
But then… there’s that … ‘ding!’
That Yahoo IM chat ding. I look… and.. :
Him: Hey babe… coffee?
Me : You betcha . . meet you in the kitchen in 5!
Yep. That’s it. My favorite part of my daily routine.
This week? I’m having my coffee alllllll alone. Feeling sorry for me yet?
What is your favorite part of your daily routine?