|A coworker saw this photo in my cube and asked if he was my husband.|
It's interesting being on the other side of babysitting. Mike said Ashlee was probably sleeping on our couch, and I said that I always fell asleep when I was babysitting and I always felt SO BAD about it, like why were they paying me money to watch their HBO and doze on their couch? Especially when they had to wake me up when they came home. That is embarrassing. But I honestly didn't mind coming home and finding Ashlee just waking up, and now that I think about it, I'm sure the people I babysat for didn't mind either. It was probably just nice to actually leave the house together and do something with your husband and only be in charge of your own eating and bathroom activity for the evening. But Jesus H. Christ is it expensive.
Today I'm super tired. I got a soy latte and croissant from Starbucks. I feel so normal. Usually I'd just be fine with my nectarine from home and a cup of fancy tea from my desk drawer.
Next week we see Phish. I can't believe it--my two favorite bands within 10 days of each other! Plus Sunday is our anniversary so we're going out alone again to Homeroom. Quite a week for our babysitter!