A few weeks ago, I learned the hard way that if I type a blog post on my iTouch I better post it before switching to another app. I didn’t do this, and lost the post. Hence, my post from earlier today which I did not have the time to proofread. I hope there are no errors.
Last Thursday, Bill took the older girls and the dog down to GA to get the keys to the house. I spent two days feeling like I was missing my left arm. Bill put the dog in a kennel and drove up here on Saturday with the girls. He left again last night. I miss him, of course, but there isn’t the same ominous absence as there is when one of the children is away.
After Bill left last night, I went to the bathroom. I was in there for 3 or 4 minutes and the whole time the kids were running around like lunatics. My only thought was gratitude that we weren’t in a hotel room, but rather a stand alone cottage.
When I came out, I headed in their direction to yell at them, but was stopped by the ringing of the cottage phone. I thought it was odd. It was the front desk wanting to be sure everything was ok. Seems they had received 4 phone calls in 2 minutes from our cottage with only screaming at our end.