It's nice to have a man around the house...for getting stuff out the garbage disposal...or killing lizards. The lizard thing is just too much for me. Lastnight, I discovered a fossilized lizard head (yes, head only!) that was hidden under the toilet plunger. How freaky is that? I screamed the whole time I picked it up and flushed it, with Maddox in the background crying "EEEEW IZARD!"
Seriously, though, I miss having Andrew here at night. When he isn't here, Jude always poops in his tub and that's quite a mess. Then I look up and there is Maddox...in the big tub...eating soap. But the worst part isn't in the chaos. After the boys go to sleep, I notice how quiet the house is and wish I had someone to talk to...or hug...or laugh/cry with. My mind drifts back to the days when we lived in the old yellow house in Camden...and nostalgia sets in.
Tonight I missed a call from Andrew at 8pm. I got excited. Was he off early from work? I called him back and nope...he was just going to Subway and thought he'd call to check on us. When I hung up the phone, I cried like a baby. Hormones? Very, very possible. But it will all be ok. It always is.
Can you spy the airplane? These things fly over all the time and it's becoming a comforting sound, actually.
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