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.
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.