But I didn't get to say it this morning.
It is a sleepover Friday. And I don't like sleepover Fridays.
Because? There is no one to come bounding in the door at 4 pm, yelling "Hi Mamma!" and immediately launching into a breathless recitation of her school day.
No 4 o'clock hug. No 4 o'clock kiss.
Nope. She is walking home from school with a friend for the friend's birthday slumber party.
And as excited as I am for her and happy she is going to a cool party, I feel all whiney because I [me!me!me!] have absolutely nothing to look forward to now.
Pathetic, aren't I?
[Vagabraun you hush up. Or I WILL call you. Again. giggle]
Pooldad has late shift so I will more likely than not be in bed by the time he gets home, so I don't even have that.
I sometimes wonder what the heck am I going to do in 4 years when Wallene leaves for college?
|Why do they have to grow up?|
Yes. That is Wallene at 8 months
Have a good one Tadpoles. See you on the flipside! :)