I'm lonely. And not for just anybody- I want my husband home and I want him home now. I want to tell him all the nuances of my day and have him not think I'm funny, just like always. I think I'm funny, but I'm bored with myself at this point.
It's over halfway through L's trip (hooray!), and being a single parent is sucking the life right out of me. I'm a freak, so I stay up until 2 every morning. With the time change, Hatchling is getting up at 6, so I'm not getting much sleep at all
. I don't know if Hatchling is stressed out because Daddy is gone or if he is picking up some vibe from me, but he is a super scaredy cat this week. His little shrieks of fear every time he hears a noise (whether there was one or not), are grating on my nerves. He is getting up after I tuck him in to turn his closet light on, and he told me yesterday that Daddy keeps the darkness out of the house. Poor baby. Speaking of being a scaredy cat, our washing machine just got unbalanced and made a big noise, and I nearly died of a heart attack... I guess we know where Hatchling gets it from, eh?
Saturday night seems very far away.