I can kind of see how you get used to this; how you slip into a routine of gym, errands, picking kids up and dropping them off her and there. Of course, it's only been a few days, and there's been a backlog of errands to keep me busy, and I'm still so grateful for the relaxation that its kind of like a vacation. I sat on the couch today for an hour and read a book! Heavenly! I always used to put it exercising, or do shortened workout because I was "so busy" but really it was because I hate it; left without that excuse I'm doing more, though I still can't say I enjoy it. But I've found that I will run longer if it means I get to watch the end of that episode of the "West Wing" I tivoed, so, Aaron Sorkin, my fat ass thanks you.

But what worries me, what nags at the back of my mind, is that drawn out loneliness I remember from when they were babies, wandering around aimlessly pushing a stroller, chained to this small thing that I loved, yes, but offered no mental stimulation and prevented even the tiniest bit of self-involvement.

Today, bizarrely enough, I ended up making latkes for the pre-school Hanukkah party; which is amusing to those who know me and my complete lack of any Jewish skills. That's all LawyerMan's responsibility -- I think I've learned more through the Jewish pre-school then the Heffalump has. I'm still occasionally stymied when she'll ask me about some holiday, and I um and uh, and "ask your father."

I have no idea why I'm writing this. I suppose I'm afraid that my writing skills will shrivel up from lack of use (not that we're talking brilliant prose here) and I've found I can no longer write longhand; too many years at a computer have made this the only way I can get thoughts out.