This is going to be oh-so-short and maybe-not-even-sweet, because I am p-o-o-p-e-d. And trying to dwell on all the h-a-p-p-y in my heart rather than freak out at all the behind-ness.
In a matter of days, I went from seeing my husband for hours and hours and hours every day to seeing him a few minutes a week. The girls and I got home from an AMAZING four days in Michigan at 4pm today (Sunday), then picked Gabe up at the airport at 6pm (he’s been in California since Wednesday).
Then tomorrow he’s back to work, and the week is full of soccer and taxes and Easter, and then the girls and I are taking a Spring Break Road Trip without him.
See you in May, dear!
Please, please accept my apologies if I owe you an e-mail or a facebook message or a twitter reply or a phone call or a play date or a chat over coffee. I managed to have an incredible and relaxing weekend and totally put every bill, tax document, pile on my desk (and floor) out of my mind. About an hour from home today, I started remembering it all. Ugh.
I’m going to be in a self-made cave for a couple days but hope to emerge soon.
Any fellow overwhelmed commiserators out there??