Dearest Soulmate,
Here are my top reasons I miss you halfway through your eleven-day hiking/camping/bow-and-arrow hunting wilderness adventure:
10 – sleeping. It’s like I don’t even know how to sleep
without my feet tucked under you in some weird way that you find uncomfortable but works well for me.
9 – lost cheese. One night after I put the kids to bed I was eating a block of brie cheese for
my grown-up dinner. But then somehow I LOST the cheese.
In our house!! Remember when that happened two houses ago with a stick
of butter? (That just got lost. Not that I was
eating and lost.)
8 – eating out. I order something and have to eat it. No one
to switch with or steal a bite off of his plate. Strangers get so cranky when you ask them.
Eating in has been easier because we just throw together
whatever I feel like and the little people think I am the best chef ever. Their
favorite was frozen dumplings and carrot sticks two nights in a row. (Which I
did lovingly thaw. And hello, they were organic.) But then sometimes I just hold out for cheese, of course.
7 – the dog. He is soooo lonesome for you! He has never chewed up anything in his life
but has now destroyed my pink sunglasses.
Also the emergency kit Lucy made Jack (I think to get the marshmallows).
Also a granola bar out of my gym bag. Also some papers.
6 – the trash. What
was our plan here? A truck is helpful
with this driveway situation.
5 – Jack is confused. Jack told a dinner guest that you had
been gone for years. And another person that it was “just me and my mom from now
on”.
4 – church. Today’s message was “Marriage: the Game of
Failure” HAHA. Don’t worry, it is an analogy to baseball. It was awesome. Also one
day the opera lady sat somewhere right behind me and dad and you can imagine we
got the inappropriate chuckles pretty terribly. We behave better when you’re
there I think. We'll have to sit near the opera lady when you're back to know for sure though...
3 – work. I get less stuff done without you here to help
with all the laundry, cooking, cleaning, and offspring. Oh my word. Also, fellow
agents have witnessed me dealing with our kids pretty sternly in public and are
probably scared to do transactions with me now.
One Realtor in Costco especially. But it was cool that Grayson listened
to me that time. #winning
2 – kids. Speaking of. They are VERY extremely wonderful,
but after a while they started to get on my nerves. No one decapitated a toad
or set the house on fire, it was just little things. On the way to town Grayson
counted to 100 six times. At first I was proud but then I was thinking, “Oh my
gosh. Be quiet be quiet be quiiiiieeeet.” I was still nice (“That is so cool
Gray! Oh, you can go higher. Oh, that’s great. No, I can’t wait to hear…”) but
it’s easier when we can take turns being nice and I don’t have to be nice ALL
the time. I have a nice limit it turns out. I know you already knew that. But I’d
forgotten. The nice limit is probably parallel to how often in a day I’ve been
able to pee without interruption.
One weekend day they had been needing everything kids needs
all day, extra much. I was putting groceries away after dinner and had set up
each boy with the kid-specified bowl of expertly handwashed post-dinner grapes
and a kid-specified cup of kid-specified beverage that one of them would later
spill on some important papers - we should not have papers in our house, just ever - and they were still non-stop asking me for
stuff so I said, “Please don’t ask Mommy for even one thing more until I finish
putting the groceries away. Eat your grapes.” And it was quiet for ten seconds
and then they asked me for six more things. One of them is audibly asking me for something
right now IN HIS SLEEP. It sounds like either grapes or a pie.
1 – you. I MISS YOU bunches. You are the best life partner.
I will probably come up with some other good reasons. I hope you are having the best time ever! You will already be on the way home when you see this. By then I will have found the cheese, do not fear.
I love you! ga
