Scott is off and out of the country again; this morning he
started his journey to Madrid, Spain. He’ll be gone for eight days, which isn’t
bad, but after two months of no traveling, it’s somewhat of an adjustment.
So far, the Crack Monkeys are behaving as they usually do, but I know that once this week stretches on, I’ll probably be playing referee or police officer sooner rather than later. Jeff has already called dibs on Scott’s side of the bed….so Mom won’t feel lonely tonight when it’s time for bed, of course.
So far, the Crack Monkeys are behaving as they usually do, but I know that once this week stretches on, I’ll probably be playing referee or police officer sooner rather than later. Jeff has already called dibs on Scott’s side of the bed….so Mom won’t feel lonely tonight when it’s time for bed, of course.
Of course.
It’s been somewhat of a busy day, so I don’t think I’ve
comprehended yet that Scott is gone. There was piano lessons, and Activity Days
to keep me occupied, and I even cooked dinner. I think the Crack Monkeys were a
little stunned when I announced dinner was ready; I usually order out when
Scott travels, but my couponing stockpile is staring me in the face, so why
not?
I really hope these eight days fly by.
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