You know that part of “My Fair Lady” when Prof. Higgins sings the song about being accustomed to her face and her moods and her noise and … Well, you know.
I guess I’m already missing my Munchkin. I know she is in good hands and I admit that it’s nice being able to sleep until 6:45 because I don’t have a wiggly Munchkin to feed and dress and herd out the door in the morning. It’s nice being able to go to meetings and to stay at the office late if I need to because I’m working on a project. It’s nice being able to eat cluck-u chicken leftovers three nights in a row because I don’t have a Munchkin that needs well-balanced, non-spicy foods.
But all of that pales when I realize that I haven’t heard her say bedtime prayers in six days. That I haven’t held her in four days. I can’t believe it’s ONLY been six days. ::laugh:: I imagine I will be a raving lunatic by the middle of July. ICK.
Well, I guess I’m tired now. I’ve only got a few more pages to go in the last Left Behind book; Glorious Appearing. WOW. What a phenomenal series.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
The Angels watch me through the night
Until I wake in the morning light