We haven't started crying the blues yet, but the tears are just a drop away from getting started.
Wayne left Sunday evening for a week in Philly. The children have done well, holding up under the pressure of the load around here. Chores, schoolwork, housework, and the mountain of things that have filled every available slot on our chart. And then the sickness to boot- Hands, Foot and Mouth. A very unwanted plague to have.
But today, we are all feeling just a mite short. The laughter is fast dying. Two little ones woke up wanting daddy now, and upset they couldn't even call him. The pressure of a tight schedule is starting to work on me. Juggling appointments. Fixing food for a funeral. Running errands. Tucking everybody in bed at night alone. Last night I laid awake till 2:30 am, and slept a little till 5:45 am. A short night it was. I am feeling tired, but am waiting on a phone call to go pick up a load of Jam. Than it will be home, serve supper, and head to a viewing.
On a positive note.. Cows and pigs are still in pasture, they haven't tried getting out. Apples are all delivered, and We are back to cooler weather, from the high 80's last week. This is a treat, and we are once again running the cookstove.
Till next time~
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