I’ve never been to Boston but somewhere up there I have a husband. He left early yesterday morning and won’t be back until late tomorrow night. In fact we were discussing on the phone last night what a challenge it’s going to be to pick him up. It was so simple before Owen was born. It’s not going to be a logistical challenge it’s just that Owen will have to be put to bed and then I’ll have to wake him up and put him in the car to get Kris around midnight tomorrow night. The challenge will be getting him back to bed.
Yesterday Owen was saying “Daddy?” all day long and it made me want to cry. He says it so clearly and sometimes in the afternoon he’ll even look at the back door as if he expects him to come through any second. It’s really sweet.
I don’t sleep well when Kris is gone. I’m not afraid of being home alone, I just feel like I ought to be talking to someone. I have a need for conversation that has gone unmet all day and it feels like I am unfinished when bedtime comes around. I usually stay up very late so that I don’t lay in bed thinking. I was up until 1:30 this morning and consequently went to sleep very quickly upon going to bed. I am hoping that I’ll be very tired a little earlier tonight but we’ll see.
There is a choir concert tonight at church, so that ought to wear me out pretty good. I’m always tired on Wednesday nights anyway…being on my feet all evening and singing my guts out should just seal the deal.
Well, I’d better go…just wanted to take the opportunity of a quiet morning (Owen is still asleep) to update my blog. I miss Kris.