My husband came home from Texas today. Tomorrow he is loading up all his clothes, shoes and personal effects so he can leave us early Saturday morning.
My house is in disarray because of the sorting, purging, organizing and packing that I’ve been doing.
We’re out of bread and milk.
My daughter really really wants me to make caramel apples tomorrow. And I should. I wonder if I have the wooden sticks necessary?
My fingernails are nubs again.
I forgot to wash all my husband’s dirty clothes tonight. Guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow?
Why don’t the kids ever put the ketchup back in the fridge?
My daughter also wants me to decorate for Halloween. Maybe I’ll get that stuff out tomorrow.
Although going back to bed after taking her to school is also tempting.
All the details of life are an easy way to distract me from thinking about how long I’ll be separated from my husband. We’ll see each other here and there, of course. So, there’s that.
The kids and I will be moving in about 258 days. Not that anyone’s counting.