Very Far Away

"Can I just let the kids watch TV for the next three days?" I asked Jeremy, feeling a little on the low side...

He smiled indulgently and said, "Do whatever you wish, darling."

Normally I only let my kids watch TV one or two days a week. No, I am not some crazy fanatic. I am a mom who has come to the realization that my kids turn into energy-filled devils (kind of like eclairs, but in a bad way...crap! Now I want eclairs!) if they have too much TV. But, Jeremy...oh Jeremy...is going to be gone until Wednesday. Oh horrors.

When Jeremy is MIA, I usually turn into a cleaning freak, and make my house all sparkly. Jeremy inevitably comes home and decides to declare his territory and "marks" it his. There is always a little trail leading from the door to the bedroom. It usually goes:

Lunch box

keys

wallet

chapstick

wad of papers (which he always carries around...I don't know what they are, and I don't think HE knows what they are, but they have been in his pocket so long, I think they are a part of his psyche now.)

shirt (I don't know why he needs to undress himself. Maybe he is a closet nudist.)

bag

socks

And then he ends it all by smushing my pristinely straight bedding by curling up in a ball in them, like some small, burrowing animal (the term "potgut" comes to mind).

But I miss him all the same....It's nice having a warm body next to you in bed that isn't smacking you in the face with their tiny paws and meowing in your ear...(I pulled Pepper into bed with me this morning after Jeremy left. It wasn't the same...that cat ain't too bright...she kept bonking her head on the boxspring. And yesterday, she under-shot the couch and slid her belly though my icecream. But, she made the best of it... I mean, wouldn't you try and lick your stomach if you had hot fudge slathered all over it?? I would...)

Lily tried to console me this morning by showing me what a big girl she is by sitting up! All by herself!

Sigh...anyway...

Jeremy will be in Phoenix in a few minutes...and then tomorrow he is off to Minne-SO-ta. This damsel in distress is pining for her knight in shining armor to come home and slay her dragons..... And big fat ones they are too...