Kris is home…sort of. He left this morning for an all weekend meeting. At least he’ll be home to sleep in his own bed tonight.
Owen and I drove to the airport last night and picked him up. He was so tired. Owen was very excited to see him, as was I, and sad to see him go again this morning. When this week is over…I’ll feel a little bit more like myself I think. I just don’t like it when he’s gone.
The rest of the year is seriously busy and I’m still feeling like it’s all in hand at this point. I feel like I’ve sort of let things go this week but I don’t feel like I’m hopelessly behind. You would think that I would be busy and get more done when Kris is gone, but I don’t. I feel sort of lost. I know that sounds really stupid, but I just feel like I can’t organize my thoughts or get my day’s started when I know he’s not going to be coming home to see my handywork and finish the day with me.
He will be home tonight and things will be back to normal by Sunday or Monday.
Time to post, Mary.
okay