Okay, I’m good. it’s day three and I’ve done just about all the relaxing I could possibly do. My body clock has been set to “mom time” for so long that the thought of laying around for another 5 days is killing me.  It’s one of those moments that you realize that moms are like the army…”we do more before 9 am than most people do all day”.  Or in my case all week in myrtle beach.  I should be enjoying this. I have for the first 3 days but I can feel myself starting to lose it.

Luckily, I’m working with a great comic this week named Marc Riccadonna   ( www.markriccadonna.com)  whose been gracious enough to put up with my “mom tendancies”.  Yesterday, we went to get some lunch at this buffet place.  We each went to make our plates and, out of habit, by the time he had gotten back to the table I had folded some napkins into a placemat and neatly placed his silverware , minus a knife because those can be dangerous, on a napkin in front of his chair.  I was all set to cut up his steak and separate the applesauce and the carrots on his plate in case they touched, rendering them un-eatable…that compulsive act thrust upon me by my 5 year old. He kindly declined my help but I knew at that point, I was done. I can’t lead this double life any longer. My mom-isms are slowly start to creep back in.

Jim called this morning and, so far, one kid has a fever and tonight is back-to-school night… so he is in the throws of it all, probably looking for any signs of a break he can get….that is, unfortunately, not coming any time soon.  We’ll survive though. I’m sure this time away is good for us both. I will go home rejuvenated and ready for the onslaught of dirty laundry I have to catch up with and Jim will love my more than ever.

I’ll be okay though. I’ll read some more books and take some more naps. I’m just afraid that it’s going to just get worse for me and the other comic.  I’ve already picked out his outfit for tonight’s show and I hope he likes the flash cards I made to review his “times tables”.