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Evan left for China again today. Poor thing has a 14 hour flight ahead of him before landing in Shanghai and then he has to endure a 6 hour layover before the next flight to Wenzhou and then comes the drive to Yuhuan. He won't finally reach his destination that he'll be staying at for a few days until it is 11:00 am tomorrow (our time)!! Horrible.
I think this day is always the worst of his trips. There's just this sense of foreboding that the entire length of the absence is still stretching out in front of you, taunting you with its thereness. Pretty sure "thereness" is not a word, but I'm going with it anyway. The boys and I have a few days to spend together before they get to have their first lengthly absence from Mommy that doesn't involve a hospital stay. Up to this point, the only time I have been apart from either of my children has been while in the hospital - giving birth to Micah and my gallbladder surgery. And now they're going to spend the entire weekend at their Grandma and Grandpa's house! I realize this is going to be harder on me than it will be on them, but I'm freaking out a bit all the same. It will be a good warm-up to prepare me for the last leg of this trip, when the boys will spend an entire week at my mom and dad's!
Oy vey. Can I say that? Is it kosher for me to say that?
I have no idea what I'm talking about. I get weird when Evan's gone. Weirder than usual, that is.
So, what do you do when you've got some serious alone adult time on your hands? Read a book, scrapbook, watch a good movie, finger paint? I need to plan ahead here, people.
Oh wait. I have a garage sale to plan for, closets to clean out, baby food to make and stock, a computer hard drive to sort through & defrag, photos to sort, a kitchen to scrub, windows to clean, and a play to direct.
Never mind. I'm set.
