Sigh........

My son is at his grandmother's until Sunday. My husband is sound asleep, and has been since 8:00.

And I am lonely.

I went into Capt. Chaos's room, smelled his sheets, and held his teddy bear.

I spend so much time wishing for a quiet weekend alone, and when I get one, I don't know what to do with myself. I spent over an hour after dinner WORKING. Yes, I did some of the dreaded paperwork that has been piling up on me.

Tomorrow, I will likely work on my next article for the magazine all morning. At least I can leave the house early (probably by 6 a.m.) and head to Starbucks when there is almost nobody else there. I really love starting the day when it's still dark outside.

But I know I will be missing my little boy all day.

What's the point of "me" time when I spend it working and wishing my baby was here?

Maybe I will see a movie and spend a couple of hours at the bookstore.

Boring blog post, huh? See how uninspired I am when my son is away?