Vacation, all I really wanted. Vacation, had to get away. Vacation, meant to be spent alone. And then at Lambtown. And then with the boy.
I have six days in a row off from work. Just as soon as I send this last email…
Okay, email sent. Yay!
I still have a few things to do, like some cleaning around the house and maybe fixing that closet rod… Very exciting stuff, I must say. Still, it will be my last few days at the house by myself, so you would think I would be treasuring these last little bits of solitude. I’m not. I’m ready for them to be over. It’s not as though Stevie follows me around the house tripping me up like the cat. We often are quietly together in the same room – each doing our own thing (often, we’re reading). This used to drive my sister crazy. I guess she thought that our quiet “near-time” didn’t count as “time together”. But it does. Just being in the same room as that boy feeds my soul.
Come home, baby. Come home and be near.
Just three more days…