Remember that kid from Home Alone the movie who put his hands on his cheeks and screamed once he realized he was home alone? That’s me this week.

Since the W left for ATL…and yes, she did get there…it’s been crazy bananas here. My car needed to pass state inspection…and of course, it did not pass. So it’s been in the shop since Friday. I did get it back today. All I had to do was pay $1081.00 and it was mine with new state inspection stickers. I love the commonwealth of Pennsylvania and their damn emission rules and regulations. Anyway, not having a car has meant that my stress level has gone up. It’s a particularly hectic time at work and not being able to drive into the office…and worse, not being able to be at my computer  to check email has not been fun. I’m so glad to have the car back now.

So for the last couple of days I’ve been trapped home alone with the animals. I often feel like St. Francis as the 2 cats and 1 dog all sit within 2 feet of me and all stare at me simultaneously. This just stresses me out even more.

I am doing an awesome job however doing what the W has left for me to do…nothing. Following her little passport episode she told me that there was nothing on my “to do” list while she is away. And I’m doing just that…nothing. Well, I am drinking a beer and watching the girl cat chase a plastic lid around the kitchen floor. Being home alone is good…but I can’t wait for the W to get back tomorrow.