Sleepy and lonely.

Hi, I miss my hubby.

I don't have a whole lot of interesting things to say today. My husband probably won't be home for at least another week. This being a single parent thing really stinks.

I don't want to spend my whole post complaining. It has really been okay around here. I got to meet one of my blog friends in real life last night. Kara had a baby shower for her new baby boy. It was fun. I had to cart my kids along, due to my lack of babysitter. I told Josh on the phone that my baby sitter had skipped town. He said "Who?" I said, "You!!" He's a dork sometimes.

The days have been very normal. Nothing interesting. Laundry. Dishes. I'm not even sure why I am writing this post. I am reaching out for adult communication I guess. Josh and I talk on the phone but our conversations are short. Whatever happened to the days when we talked and talked for hours on end and I would cry when it was time to hang up. What's that all about?

Sorry for the rambling. I'm really tired. I don't sleep much when my co-spooner is gone.

For Uncle Farrell

Today was just an ordinary day, nothing much to report. It was Big Sis's last day of school for more than a week. You would think this would mean down time for mom, but no. My kids do not have the same spring break and so next week is back to school for Little Sis. This was really my slow week, but unfortunately we had a unexpected trip to Arkansas yesterday. Josh's uncle passed away last Sunday and Wednesday was the funeral. My mom was nice enough to offer to keep the girls. Josh and I drove down to Arkansas on Tuesday night (in the torrential rain) and got home Wednesday at about 6:30 pm. We were exhausted, but I was so thankful that the girls were able to stay with my parents and didn't have to be exposed to all the emotion involved with losing a loved one. The funeral message was very hopeful and the Gospel was presented. Josh's aunt and uncle were married 51 years and one week. They were best friends. I can't imagine what she is going through right now, I don't want to ever be in that place. I want Jesus to come back and take Josh and I at the same time. I know God is in control of that though and I don't get to decide. Pray that Aunt Sue will be comforted by the Holy Spirit during this time. By the way, this is totally inappropriate, but, Josh wore his dress blues for the funeral and I must say he looked mighty fine.