Then I spent about four hours mowing the grass today and I am still not finished. I ran out of gas in the small mower while working on the front yard, so I grabbed the riding mower and started working on the back...then I rode...and I rode...and I rode. Then I figured I'd finish the front with the other small mower but for some reason it wouldn't start. So I said, "fuck it." And went to visit mom in the hospital instead. Then after I left mom as I was walking down the hall I started sneezing and I sneezed, and sneezed, and sneezed and didn't stop until I made it to my car. Not sure exactly what I was reacting to but I was happy when it finally stopped.
Soon my time alone is coming to an end and the hubby is returning home. He will have been gone for two weeks but it sure doesn't feel like it. It actually just feels like I dropped him off yesterday.