Missing You...

Man I miss my husband. Matt is in Florida on the Senior class trip. Good for him. Really. It's good for him. He loves hanging out with the students and they love him back. He's having a great time; it's warm; it's sunny; he gets to sleep in; it's a wonderful reward for all he does around here. However, our family is lost without him. It's odd, because it's not like he's home a lot during the week. At least he's not home when I'm home. But when he's out of town it is rough. Tonight all three kids were on my lap having a breakdown of some sort. I almost lost it! But now they are all in bed, close to sleeping, and I am left with a house littered with unfinished homework, toast crusts, toys, backpacks, and crown moulding that needs to be painted before Thursday morning. What I'd really like to do is have the energy to walk on the treadmill then sit on the couch with a coke and watch TV. What will I do? I'll pray for strength, drink a diet coke while cleaning up the house, walk for 30 minutes on the treadmill while watching TV, then paint the moulding while continuing to watch TV. Then I'll look forward to Thursday when my parents arrive to help in adult world. My dad is also going to finish off our bathroom that we started remodeling over Christmas break. (Hence, my painting of the crown moulding.) And even more than that, I'll look forward to midnight Friday night when the missing part of me returns from Florida.