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Morning One

Today was my first morning on my own while Ethan is at school.  It's not really my first day.  He's been in nursery school 2-3 mornings a week since the age of two, so today isn't too hard for me.  Next week will be and I think the impending heartache of what's to come has me a bit out of sorts.
After dropping him off, the first thing I wanted to do was go buy a pack of cigarettes.  I really wanted to, but I didn't.  I came home, cleaned the breakfast mess up and worked out for 45 minutes instead of chain smoking like I wanted to.  Now I only have 45 minutes to until I have to leave pick him up.  By the time I finish this and shower, morning one will be over.
After today, he doesn’t go back to school until Monday for another half day.  he will have Tuesday off and starts full time on Wednesday.  I'm hoping my husband will be able to swing a day off that day.  It would be nice to soften the blow with an entire morning and afternoon with my husband to do what ever we please.
Okay, I have wasted enough time.  If I don't end it here, I'll be late leaving on the first day I'm on my own.  That wouldn't be the best start!

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