Our Laundry Pile Professor, the man that I love, the one who keeps me grounded while letting me soar, the Single man who would probably "get me" (other than Jesus) has been gone for a week.
I miss him.
He does handy stuff that I often forget to do.
Like put away the cheese.
He'll even do dishes and laundry.
He won't be home for another week.
He'll miss Mini-Me's 11th birthday. It was just the way it was going to happen. No way around it.
He's away for business ... and he's where he's needed.
So I'm not sad that he's gone.
I just miss him.
While he's gone, he's working nights and sleeping days. When we have the chance to chat, it's during Our evening - when he's getting ready for his day. The kids always, ALWAYS tell me to tel him "Good Night!!!" -- I've tried explaining to them that daddy is up for the day...but they don't get it.
So I just pass along the word. We both chuckle and move on.
Mini-Me was rather bummed that The Professor was going to miss out on her birthday, she wanted to save him a piece of cake. Week old cake is not the Professor's idea of fun.
In tears, she came to me and told me that she wanted to wait for the Professor to come home before celebrating her birthday. I chatted with him, and he encouraged her to go ahead and have her birthday on the 26th.
The 26th is actually the best day for my mom & Brother to come. If we wait - the y might not be able to make it.
After explaining the situation to her, Mini-me has opted to split her birthday in half. She's going to have cake on Monday and celebrate with my family. Then we'll have another birthday when the Professor gets home. :-) I was proud of her for such a grown up decision...and the willingness to wait for her gift. She knows what we're getting her (A Nintendo DS).
So we're counting the days down to our two big events: Her birthday and the return of the Professor. :-)
On a funny note:
J-man started flailing his arms into his big brother. Thud thud thud went the fists on the back - like a windmill.
I sputtered my words out, trying to ask two questions at once - "What are you.... Why are you... HITTING your brother??"
Calmly, the five year old replied, "He was askin' for it."
It was really hard not to laugh.
It didn't explain anything and calm or not, He still got in trouble.
Oh -- my NaNoWriMo post.
You guys made me laugh with your encouragement..
and it's nice to know that I'm not the only one out there that peruses through the flair buttons. For Fun. You guys rock. I'll try to keep you posted about it, I'm actually excited for it to start. The story is aching to get out of my brain!!