I dreamed about him last night. In my dream he decided to come home early and surprise me. I was so happy to see him and the girls were ecstatic -- dancing around him and giggling.

But, I woke up and his side of the bed was still empty.

It will be at least 8 more days until he is able to come home. The separation is very difficult. I still keep my cell phone with me at all times. It's comforting to know that through that little contraption, I can hear his voice in a matter of seconds. Technnology is awesome!

I think I'm coming down with something. I'm not feeling particularly good today and I can feel chest congestion building up. I just don't have the time to be sick. And, it's not like my kids will allow me to be sick either... they are so demanding. I could try calling my visiting teachers for help, but the entire time I've been on her list I haven't seen her more than one time. It frustrates me that I don't have the kind of visiting teacher that I am. Not to say that I'm oh so perfect, but I make an effort to know that my sisters know they are thought of and cared about. I make an effort to go each month and I take special care to talk to them otherwise as well -- like call out of the blue, or sit next to them at church. I have taken in more meals than I can count, but have never received one. I guess I should be lucky that circumstances have been such that I don't need a meal brought in... but, well, I fear that if I needed it, I wouldn't get it.

So, it's silly to think I'd get any help from there.

Look at me whine. Sheesh! I didn't mean to start this post so I could sound like a cry baby. I better end here.........