I'm so frickin' tired. I only slept 4 hours the night before Craig left, and was dragging through the end of yesterday. When he called me from Chicago to say he'd landed safely around 8, I sighed with relief, got jealous because he was standing in line at Starbucks---sometimes, I really, really, really miss home---and then realized I could collapse. Well, I fell asleep on the couch and slept for 2 hours at which time Alex woke me up. No big. This happens. Only I can't go back to sleep. So, I mess around online a bit and then give it another go at midnight, only this time I make it upstairs to my bed. Just as I'm dropping off, Alicia wakes up. Crying. Missing Daddy. So I let her come into my bed.
I was up in 10 minutes. On a whim, I called Lori and surprise, surprise, she answered the phone in spite of her fear that I could be some telemarketer and I haven't told her I'm calling. God, I'm grateful that she did. I was all ready to leave a snarky message and tell her how she'd missed me, but I lost the opportunity when she picked up. Good for me because I had a nice hour-long conversation with her. Next thing I know, it's 2:40 am. I get off, crawl upstairs, and crash.
And then Alicia wakes up at 6am.
So I'm dragging. I'm supposed to have the next Voices chapter to her today, and I've got a whopping 200 words written. As soon as Alex goes down for his nap in an hour, I'm popping in a movie for Alicia and taking a nap on the couch.
And I think McDonald's is in order today.