I didn't sleep well last night. I was hyper aware of every noise the house made and the cars made out on the street and Lucy made in her sleep. Every little sound caused a jolt of adrenaline to go up my spine and then I had to take some time to come down before I could go back to sleep. The wine didn't even help with anything except being confused over where I was when I woke up on the Bubba's side of the bed and the room looked all weird from that angle.
I woke up with Lucy and debated the schedule for the day. I made breakfast. We went for a run. But all through, the tears were just a blink away. The day seemed so long and I didn't know when the Bubba would get to Doha, or whether I'd get to talk to him.
I also didn't go to church this morning. Partly because I wasn't sure I would actually get anything out of it having to deal with a spider monkey all on my own, partly because I wasn't sure I wanted to subject the rest of the congregation to that, and partly because I was so tired and just figured it would suck so bad that it wasn't worth it. Well, that and I wanted her to nap at a time that is not her regular nap time in order for the afternoon to go smoothly.
Way to overplan, Lizzie. I dropped Lu off with friends this afternoon while I went to work and after a minor meltdown, it was all fun and games, PLUS I had a fabulous session at work. And I got to talk to the Bubba who was groggy from lack of sleep and nervous about way-too-soon morning meeting.
So day two was ok, and we've got a really full week ahead of us. I'm hoping it'll fly by.