I have so many things that have happened since August. Eliza is engaged! Annaliese is a read-aholic! Caspian is super charming! K. finished bathrooms and built a fish pool!
But as always, my vision extends about one foot ahead of me, which means that today, I am horribly sad. K. went to help his sister in VT, who had an incredibly handsome, thick-haired, beautiful baby boy a few weeks ago. It was my idea, and a good one, so he went up for a week to take night shifts and clean house and make food and be of service.
Which means that I have been flying solo since 4am last Wednesday, and it turns out, I kind of suck at it.
Not that practicalities. The kids are fed, the house is clean, the animals are tended. We've even had fun-- my kids are awesome, and I like hanging out with them.
But my emotional equilibrium is all the way off and I feel like a lemon that someone sucked the juice out of. Bitter and dry.
Charming, huh?
I need my sweetie to come home already.
