My night has been a tale of diametric opposites. On one side I came home to a little girlie who was throwing up (joy of all joys...at least she can make it to the toilet). AND. My husband revealed that his 3 week trip to India at the end of the month was now going to be 4 weeks. That's right. One whole flippin MONTH. *breathe* Of being a single momma again.
With Miss Monkey going to bed at 7:30 and Mike preparing for yet another conference call, I was able to spend some quiet quality time snuggling with Brandon (and I actually got a few smiles and hugs). Oh yeah, and the Grey's Anatomy 2-hour finale I've been excited about all day. That is good too.
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Oh, my! 4 weeks? I don't know what I would do!
So glad she made it to the toilet, btw.
Oh hon. I think that we need to get together for coffee or wine several times while he is gone. I will drive to you.
Hugs, you can do it!
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