The cool thing for the Petite Filet is that she has the entire week off for Thanksgiving. That means she was able to fly up with the Cutlet to her parents' house today. I have to work through Wednesday, and will head over to my parents' house before driving up to Oklahoma Thursday morning.
It's an inevitable symptom of their absence that the TV is on in the other room. I'm here on the computer, and iTunes is blaring some recent downloads. It is so awfully quiet and peaceful here in the house that I can barely stand it. If I ever did, I don't do alone very well anymore. The former me that thrived on freedom and being single was replaced at a church altar by someone who revels in sharing as much time possible with one other person. We joined together and about three years later off sprang the Cutlet, which means my addiction has spread to at least two people.
Used to think a dog was good for stirring up the dusty corners of our house, but the Cutlet is so much better at it. As I've written before, he is 100 percent wired for fun. I'm happy to report that attitude is rubbing off on me, even as I see him starting to mature and lose some of his headlong adventurousness.
So here I am, facing a shortened and frenetic workweek (early deadline for this week's paper will make it even more fun). I'll have the freedom to sleep a little later than usual the next few days, get up and maybe take a morning bike ride or stumble back into jogging. I can watch whatever I want on TV, listen to whatever I want as loudly as I like it. I can eat garbage and only have myself to blame. I can pass gas without excuse in any room that, uh, passes my fancy. I can leave dirty socks all over the living room. I won't have the sudden pang to head home before my workday is done because I crave the company of my family.
Gosh, I miss them so much already!
Hallo, T!
Wow, you are surfing late tonight! Uh oh. The PF and Cutlet are away?! I can feel your emptiness from the words on your page. Plus, I've been here enough times to know that it always throws you for a loop. So. Was it pepperoni pizza, or Pop Tarts for supper?
That's something we both have in common. I can't do "alone" very well. You're very lucky to have this much love in your life. It's a GOOD thing! :-)
Being alonely sucks. It makes my heart sad. Spread your pointer finger & thumb apart. Then place them on your forehead and look my way. That's how I feel.
I've been wanting to build my son a firetruck bunkbed for sometime now. Last year I bought plans for a cool bed )though not a bunk bed, but have yet to make it --- still holding out for the bunks. This summer my son was diagnosed with cancer -- now more than ever I want to get his bed made. Hopefully as a Christmas present. I've been searching all night for ideas, pictures, or plans. Perhaps if I seen a decent picture I could modify the plans I already have. When I was younger I remember seeing one of those beds T-bone metions. A firetruck bunk with a toy box engine. I remember being in love. That is EXACTLY what I envision for my son. If you have picstures of your old bed I would LOVE to see them and would be indebted to you! I hope this reaches you -- Jon & Marian
Strange..my presence in the room somehow doesn't stop the Boy from passing gas without an excuse.