Yaya calls it widow week. The boys call it scout camp week. I call it miserable. (sort of) Scout camp is such a great cause, the boys learn a lot. The scoutmasters get some time in the great outdoors. I really miss my husband. I miss sleeping next to his warm toasty body. I miss his hug after he gets home from work. I miss him.
Two more days until he comes home. I had such a hard time with the quiet empty house that I went down for family night yesterday. Kayla was with the YW at Lake Erie, and I drove over an hour to have dinner with Kyle. (pathetic, right?)
Well, I'm feeling every bit of the saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder, because I can't wait until he comes home Saturday around 1:00.
Kayla and I are going on a mother/daughter date tomorrow. We might get to tow Yaya with us because not only is she a widow this week, but she's dealing with electric issues and we thought she might want to get out of the chaos. Hopefully the chaos is died down enough she doesn't need to be there.
Two days and counting!