Thank you...all of you...for your sweet comments yesterday!
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Last night I asked Jason if I could look at his calendar.
I wanted to know what my future looked like.
I shouldn't have asked.
The 5th through the 7th is a family reunion.
Jason was in charge.
We're going camping.
Does that surprise anyone?
(Two weeks ago Jason got seven new sleeping bags and three or four new air mattresses in the mail...of course we're going camping.)
I shouldn't say 'we're going camping.'
Rather, they are going camping and Em and I will visit them during the day.
Call me a wimp, but I would prefer that the little miss sleep cozily in her own bed.
Jason promises he doesn't hate me for that decision.
And I promised him that when Em was a little bit older, a little less pukey (oh how I hope that day will come), and when I actually have a warm jacket that fits her, we will go camping with him.
Jason's parents are spending a couple of days with us after the reunion.
I've been cleaning and laundering like a crazy person.
My mom, because she loves me, talked me into bringing her my clothes that need to be ironed.
If you look at the calendar again you will clearly see that my life is going to be a lot of fun after next week.
(The dots indicate the days Jason will be traveling or working late...)
Feel free to come and visit, I get lonely!
I better hit publish.
I have four hours in which to finish two week's worth of work; the little lady is home with Daddy today so my odds of actually accomplishing this feat have gone up just a bit.
Happy 4th people!
May your fireworks NOT start another wildfire.