3 hours every day!!!

Last week I registered Surprise for Kindergarten. When I did this for Oldest, I was a little sad and wistful. My baby...sniff...Kindergarten...sniff. This time was a little different. Sure, this major milestone makes me a little sad and missing my baby time. But as I sat there waiting for his screening to be done, I started thinking about the ramifications of Surprise being out of the house. Every day. For three hours. Three hours! Every day! All to myself! What will I do? I started making a mental list: write a novel. take classes. take a nap! Margaritas (no, it will be 9 in the morning after all, too early for that, but this has been haunting me lately, a nice tall frosty Margarita...aaahhhh.)

Granted, I do have some time for myself now, one or two days a week, but it's not the same as having every single day. Running through the background of my mind the whole time is hurry up! We only have one day! But in September, I can say, "I will finish this tomorrow, while the kids are at school!" Hooray!

I talked to Guy my boss the next day, and told him about the momentous event.

"What will you do with yourself?" he asked.
"I don't know yet!!" I tried not to holler with excitement.
"I just found out I can move my old desk from the other building over here," he says. "So we can flip the other one around, and have room for two desks here."

Um. What is he trying to say? Did he overhear my latest (legitimate!) reason for not coming into the office anymore, that now that he's there every day instead of at the other building there is no place for me to sit and I have to walk around like a total dork looking for work to do? Is he trying to say he wants me to, er, actually COME TO WORK?

No. No no no no no! My fantasies of three hours of free time must not be interrupted by the thought of driving to work every day and sitting in a cubicle modified for two! No no no!

I start talking fast, avoiding his hint. "Well, you know, Kindergarten is only half day though. Only a few hours a day. Like three hours. That's all."

He doesn't say anything else about it and neither do I. For now, ignorance is bliss.