Wednesday, July 09, 2008

PoDunk Funk

It's day four of what feels like captivity.

Boredom is my torture of choice. Watching grass grow is not what it's cracked up to be, y'all.

I miss my husband, my older kiddos and yes, even my cluttered house. My little ones are on the brink of meltdown and I fear it's because frankly, they miss their daddy. That and they just need the familiarity of their own home.

Me too.

I miss my bed and Hope's crib. She and Sis are sleeping with me in a queen size bed. Oh wait, did I say sleeping? It's me tossing and turning and them sleeping in a queen size bed. I'm not sleeping.

Did I mention the sun comes up here at 5 AM!!!

On the bright side, I've had 3 glasses of cornbread and buttermilk. Alright, that's not a bright side, but for some reason I thought you should know.

I can't believe it, but I do believe I'm homesick.

Dorothy had it right...

There's no place like home.

3 comments:

mindi said...

Hey, I like it getting light early, because then when I get up it won't be so dark :)
Good to know you miss home, otherwise it wouldn't be a home, would it??
Enjoy that wonderful cornbread!!

Sherian said...

Okay...so please hurry home! I'm having a crisis and I need to talk to you!!!! I NEED you home girl!!! :)

Lizardbreath said...

I will be so glad to have you home!!!