Ah, Aaron is on a plane right now, coming home. Thanks be to Goddess, Glory Hallelujah, etc, etc.
The older - and more rowdy - the children get, the harder it is to have him travel. And boy, does he travel. He typically is out about 100 days of the year, and I just can't handle it anymore.
But he's coming home tonight, and that's a very good thing. Because you know what that means, don't you?
Don't you?
(Oh, get your mind out of the gutter.)
That means I get to sleep. Sleep.
I suffer from horrible insomnia when he's out of town (which makes handling the situation all! the! much! better!). And not the good Martha-Stewart-insomnia where I can plaster the entry room, start priming, take out all the yucky grout in the bathroom and experiment with gluten-free baking. No, I suffer from the suck-ass-insomnia where I lay in bed staring at the clock thinking, "Shit, how am I going to handle tomorrow? How? How? HOW?"
So, tonight, I should finally be able to sleep. And I'm so looking forward to it.
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Enjoy your slumber. Sweet dreams 8-)
Sleep is gooood. Enjoy it!
L -
Unrelated to THIS post, I have found your blog, and I love the name. I also commend thee, on a few posts back... you DID deserve the tulips (from another temper-prone mom!!)
Finally, re your latest Corner post... I remember that stained-glass door fondly!!
KK
dude.
a HUNDRED days per year????
i will never complain again. (at least until tomorrow. . . )
It is a valuable piece
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