Matt took Temple to Louisiana for our nephew's wedding. I was sad not to go. I just got this new job 4 weeks ago, and, after getting the unusual weeknight schedule I asked for, I didn't feel right asking for days off, especially so soon and during Octoberfest (mouths of gift horses, you know). I was going to fly down for the weekend, but then a co-worker needed coverage because he is getting married. So, I stayed, they went. I was sad to miss the trip and the wedding, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
It is weird being home alone. I'm up at 11:45pm, watching TV, and I just ate my dinner. I put T's toys up in the loft, because we are having an open house on Sunday. I hope to get up around 8 each day, do an errand, enjoy being able to do an errand easily, go to the gym, etc. The mornings are going to be the strangest, I think. I'll eat sitting down, probably. That'll be a nice change. I feel guilty for having looked forward to this alone time, especially because Matt and Temple were delayed on the runway for over an hour, and without milk. But, I'm the introvert, and I hope this little sabbatical will refresh me, and cause me to appreciate my family more. Not that I don't miss them. How could you not cry when you leave that little piggy?
