The last early morning of the year, not that it made it any easier. I got the Kid to school on time and without forgetting the cookies for the afternoon party. It's still feels so weird knowing that I'll be home in less than 2 weeks and that this was my last time to walk him to school. I made my self breakfast and waited for the cleaning man to come. A very routine day. I picked the 17 year old up from the train station and made myself a sandwich before heading back to school to get him, one last time.
I made dinner, which if I do say so myself, was awesome. It was just pasta in a carbonara sauce, but it turned out great. Usually, I don't make enough sauce, because I have to make a lot of pasta for the 5 of us and it just seems wasteful when the kids don't always like it. Since it was just the 2 of us, there was plenty and I was pretty pleased to not be sharing. The Kid could go either way, so I don't depend on his opinion to make me feel good about my cooking. The planer the better for him.
After dinner, I went out to the Irish pub to say goodbye to some of the girls. I know I should be sadder, because I am sad to leave them all, but because I'm not leaving, I don't feel it yet. I've always been that way though. If someone is leaving me, I don't get that emotional. But if I have to drive away, I lose it. It was a good night out and I got to see a lot of people, but I came home at a decent hour so I wouldn't be inclined to sleep late and waste one of my last days in Paris.
I made dinner, which if I do say so myself, was awesome. It was just pasta in a carbonara sauce, but it turned out great. Usually, I don't make enough sauce, because I have to make a lot of pasta for the 5 of us and it just seems wasteful when the kids don't always like it. Since it was just the 2 of us, there was plenty and I was pretty pleased to not be sharing. The Kid could go either way, so I don't depend on his opinion to make me feel good about my cooking. The planer the better for him.
After dinner, I went out to the Irish pub to say goodbye to some of the girls. I know I should be sadder, because I am sad to leave them all, but because I'm not leaving, I don't feel it yet. I've always been that way though. If someone is leaving me, I don't get that emotional. But if I have to drive away, I lose it. It was a good night out and I got to see a lot of people, but I came home at a decent hour so I wouldn't be inclined to sleep late and waste one of my last days in Paris.
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