And I'm happy about it. It's been a long week--9 hour days catching plagiarizers, getting really depressed about the state of America's youth, and feeling righteously indignant when kids are punks about books/parents/school/teachers/learning/morality (for me), or the same amount of time stuck at a desk with a phone and no one to call, all the while bemoaning your fate as a bill-collector who's real calling in life is to cure diseases (for Kyle). Hard days!
I haven't been feeding Kyle the way a good wife should. This week we've had bagel bites, taquitos, quesadillas, and wow I can't even remember what else. We did make our first meat sauce though--which was a success, considering our limited supplies. I can't wait to have a stocked pantry. Or any pantry at all, come to that.
And now, it's Friday! Unfortunately, Kyle works until NINE tonight. Pretty late for a family man, but it's required. Fortunately, Celia is going to pick me up from work for our date.
--Go to Ikea (again) and finally buy that sweet fabric
--Sew said fabric into curtains
--Finish re-upholstering the boring chairs from Ikea we just bought
--Spend the rest of our Bed Bath & Beyond money (!)
--FINALLY see Indiana Jones (!!!)
--Finish putting away the mass of clothing that I didn't know I have
--Potential art projects/home decor that I need to discuss with Kyle before I can blog it
By the way, all the interesting/impressive jobs are things that Kyle's in charge of. He makes sewing very manly. I can't sew (or cook, as we've discovered). So far, I'm failing as a wife. But it's been less than 3 weeks--cut me some slack.