Happy, Busy

I billed 11 hours today, and after I’ve finished writing this little missive, I will bill a couple more.  It is fortunate, then, that I seem to very much like this work I’m doing.  The children, tousle-haired and sleepy-eyed, were happily sucking down early morning juice when I left them in their father’s capable hands this morning, and were well-fed and playing happily together with trains on the floor when I returned late this evening.  They excitedly shared with me the Very Amazing News that they saw a dead snake outside!  In the road!  And ANTS were eating it!  Also, they ate dinner at the table OUTSIDE!  And other exclamatory statements about their happy afternoon.  Kinda makes me wish the husband were a stay-at-home dad – but alas, he seems to like Professorin’ as much as I like Lawyerin’.  He enjoys the afternoons with the boys that he gets, though, and we seem to have worked out a lovely little schedule.  Just as soon as things get settled, I think we’ll get into quite a groove.

Re: the settled bit, we had a bit of an upset when our car was totaled in an accident last week.  This little Newbie Litigator has already read too many discovery requests asking for details on a claimant’s blog, facebook account, and email password.  Ergo, I must, in the interest of self-protection lest it come to litigation, limit the deets to these: the husband, alone in the car at the time of the accident, walked away, the car was towed to the junkyard, and we were back on the market for a second car mere weeks after we’d purchased the last one.  We think we’ve selected its successor, but dealing with this event has been a pain, and I’ll be glad on that distant day when we can finally finish handling all of the legal nonsense that has resulted.

So far, then, weekday life in our new home consists of Precision Streamlined Morning Routine, NPR on the drive to school/daycare and then work, focused hours of billing between the hours of 8 and 5:30, a rather hectic daycare pick-up and drive home, a kid’s tv show while dinner is made and served, supper, bath, books, and bed.  Weekends so far have consisted entirely of College Game Day on Saturday and NFL all day Sunday, with occasional excursions to Lowes or the grocery store.

I do take the occasional odd weekend morning minute, however, to sit on my back porch and survey our tree-filled lawn and wonder that we are finally here.  Some days are bad, some days are good, but this place that we’re in feels like progress at last, and that, at 34, is just exactly what I need to feel.