No matter how ready or prepared I think I am when it’s time for Chad to leave . . it’s still hard. He left about 3:30 and he was very sweet and kind from the time he got home from work about 3:10 til he left. He called about 4:30 to tell me he’d made it safely, was in the room and his room mates were happy to see him. Tell me why at 6:00 I’m sitting here bawling! I was fine til just a minute ago. This is the third week (and the first time he’ll be gone for five nights I might add) . . shouldn’t I be getting used to this by now?
I would go upstairs and visit with Vince but he’s working on a budget and I want no part of that! Guess I’ll just get that next quilt loaded.