I am at an airport – alone. (Excepting, of course, thousands of strangers).

I have just kissed my husband goodbye at the gate for yet another week away from home courtesy of the US Army.

I am now sitting at another gate waiting for my flight to the same place. I get to go to school too. We just couldn’t get on the same flight there, but we’ll arrive at the same time.

One week without my children. The longest I have ever been without one or more of my children is 24 hours, and that was over 10 years ago and Bill wasn’t with me.

I’m sure I’ll be fine.

Pray for my mother!

Pray for my children. I told them to pretend it was summer camp: Mrs. Moore’s Boarding Camp for Prim and Proper Young Ladies and Gentlemen. When I was in kindergarten, my new classmates were discussing where they had attended preschool. I had no idea what they were talking about, because I was “homeschooled” for preschool. I asked my mom where I had gone to preschool and she told me Mrs. Moore’s Boarding School. I was quite old before I got her joke.

I am certain my older 4 will have a great time. I just hope the younger two don’t exhaust my mom.

Oh, and where is the Army sending us? My fabulous week long getaway will be to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Hooah. But as my sister pointed out, I already live in a resort-like place, so I shouldn’t complain about spending a week near the Federal Penitentiary. And as one of my husband’s coworkers mentioned, if it’s a week without children, it could be spent in the garage and still be great.