Mike was gone all last week. He was a scout camp or was he having a "mancation" because by the sound of it he had way to much fun.

I made a post at the beginning of last week saying that I was excited for him to be gone. But after spending the night by myself I realized that I shouldn't put something like that on my blog letting everyone know that I was home alone. That could be a disaster. So I took the post off.
But I survived to tell the tell that I did it. I was a "big girl" all week without Mike. I couldn't even talk to him on the phone because conveniently his phone died. While he was gone I still had to work, take Jersey to school and manage a house. I think the house got the raw end of the deal. By the time I got home from work at night I didn't want to clean I just wanted to sit and not think. We did miss our Mike. Every time I heard a Pearl Jam song on the radio I would cry. It was nice to see our "mountain man" Dad home. The kids were excited to have their jungle Jim home as well.
I am so proud of Mike for his commitment to his calling and going and doing a great job. It's a sacrifice but I know that he will be better for it.
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