I Miss You

Oh, dear babysitter, I miss you. The kiddos were asking for you this morning, wanting to tell you about the drum Buddy got at Old Sturbridge Village this weekend, about the aquarium he and Sis have built, and Sis wants to play Imagination Movers with you (which one are you?).

I miss those 6 hours a week that you are here. I haven't been to PT. I had to rope friends in to watch the kids for a doctor's appointment (no big deal; followup ultrasound, seems ok), then drag the kids to the dentist to get my new nightguard for grinding my teeth. And I haven't been to the museum at all. I'm behind on blogs, email, phone calls, cards, and presents. And the house, oh, the house, it's as messy as it's been in, well, maybe ever, both clutter and dirt.

Okay, so, I'm usually behind on most of that, but I feel more behind now.

I hadn't quite realized how much I deeply, deeply appreciate your time here each week.

And I still have two weeks before you get back. I hope you're having fun. We miss you. Wish you were here!