Monday, June 22, 2009

Back home...

Well, making a trip to Vegas and back in 24 hours is just not for me. Not only is it exhausting, but it is a sad thing for me to do.

My mom and I are very close. I had a really hard time with her moving out there about five years ago. But, moving where the man lives is what a lot of women in her generation have done throughout their lives, so I don't blame her. I'm glad she's happily married. I'm just wishing he (the step-faj) would retire and prefer a life in Texas. Not likely to happen any time soon.

Then you top that off with me being very close to The Little Guy, and as soon as we get in the door yesterday from the airport his dad was picking him up for Father's Day, and me not getting to spend more than 24 hrs with him before he's off to his dad's for a week after a two-week stint with my mom... well, that just makes me sad, too.

Hubby listened to me sob like a baby yesterday afternoon when The Little Guy left. Tried to console me without really understanding what I was babbling about. And I've been in a bit of a funk ever since. I'm trying to get past it. I'll get to see The Little Guy this evening at his baseball end of season party. But, he won't come home until Sunday night. But, on a happier note, one week from today Hubby and I will be taking The Little Guy on OUR summer vacation. So, I'll get him back all to myself, sharing him outdoors while we camp, away from video games, mobile phones, computers, movies and all things that distract us when we're home.

I'm really looking forward to that!