from hopelessly romantic to prosaic in one short day

''She had a pretty face but her head was up in space. She needs to come back down to earth. - Avril Lavigne, Skater Boy. (Loving this song and it just shows what a girl I can be sometimes and how sometimes I never actually really left high school)

A hopeless romantic one day and a prosaic mom of two the next day. Because of course, you can't be hopelessly romantic every day, can you?

I blame it all on Leonard and the endorphin rushes that I get from that treadmill. I ran for an hour yesterday and biked about the same. No wonder I was high and completely not myself.

Everything is quiet at home, the kids are in the daycare, I have another day off today and then back to work for my very last day. I've spent most of yesterday and today just hanging out with my friends.

So different to have time again, so much time.

I love it. I'm reading We Need to Talk about Kevin. I'm making soup, I've cleaned the fridge, I've tidied my desk, I'm doing my ironing, I'm watching tv.

I'm going to talk to my mom for an hour on the phone, then I'm going to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling a bit.

Just because I can, you know?

Prosaic enough?