Cheese with my whine, please.

I figured I was an old pro at keeping it together when he’s out of town.

I suppose I am keeping it together- mostly. I’m functioning, going through the motions. The house is clean, the laundry gets done, meals get cooked.

But I’m just sad. Everything is colorless when he’s gone. :(

That’s mostly due to the (possible) length of this trip, I suppose. It’s been a couple of years since he’s been gone for more than a few days, a week at most. This time could be a few months. Although neither of us expect it’ll actually be as long as a few months, we do expect that it’ll be a good 3 to 4 weeks though. And we’re prepared for longer than that.

On a trip that lasts just few days I can usually appreciate the time apart. We both do. But weeks and weeks just stretches endlessly in front of me. Blah.

Plus, coming so soon on the heels of such an amazing camp– double blah.

Anyway.

His absence, aside from making me feel as limp and blah as overcooked pasta, has the added effect of giving me little to blog about.

The kids started school. Jes is still working. Babygirl is a brat.

Actually Babygirl looks like she went a round with Tyson right now. Yesterday she face-planted out in the driveway and has a bruise on the apple of her cheek plus a scrape under her chin. She has a scratch under her eye from the cat, and a little bit of rug burn on the tip of her nose/upper lip due to a rambunctious round of tickling with mommy.

I refuse to take her in public. I hate when people give you that look. That sideways suspicious look followed by a pitiful look at the kid.

~crickets~

I need a nap.

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