Devin is out of town for a while. When he first started this job, Devin went on trips a lot more often than he has lately. Which is great, and I love to have him around. The only thing is that when he was gone more often I was more used to it, and so were the girls.
Let's just say that when he leaves it becomes abundantly clear who is the steady rock in this house.
This morning Heather went to church without shoes, because even though she kept demanding "shoes! shoes, ma ma!" I plain forgot to get them for her.
Yes, I have gotten to the point where I can forget to do something WHILE the person is telling me to do it. I don't want to talk about it.
For lunch we had frozen pizza. I mean, it wasn't frozen when we ate it. Things aren't THAT bad around here. To make up for the nutritionally lacking lunch, I was going to go all out fresh fruits and vegetables for dinner. Then I completely forgot about dinner until 8:00, so we had applesauce, raisins, and cheese, and ran off to bed.
I broke a Redbox, box, thing, at a Wal-Greens yesterday. I hope I don't get arrested and then people will make fun of me for confessing on social media to the crime... but yes, if you tried to get a movie from kiosk b at WalGreens yesterday evening, that was my bad. I don't know what happened.
I believe that their combined mess making capabilities triple the minute Devin walks out the door with a suitcase. But really, this makes me crazy.
I find it incredibly hard to sleep at night. I come up with a million "reasons" to not go to bed until "later", in a "little while", I'll just do this "one last thing" and eat a "few more" skittles.
Heather wanders around the house in the morning looking for her early morning pal, calling "da? home? da, is? da, home? are you?" and I don't know how to answer those questions to that tiny face.
Hanna says things in her prayer like,
"Thank you that mommy gets to stay home with her girls and take care of them."
"Thank you that mommy gets all the jobs done that she needs to."
My favorite, "Thank you that we don't bother mommy so she can get her work done."
That was her personal prayer after I said our group family prayer in which I prayed for Devin. When it was her turn she said, "Well, mommy, you just prayed all for daddy, so I will pray for you."
Thanks, Hanna. I guess you can tell I need it.
Today at church Hallie got a brand new fancy notebook as part of her prize for memorizing all 13 articles of faith (she worked so hard), and she wrote a message in it, "Dad I mis yoo".
I think that pretty well sums it up.
I mis yoo too, Devin.