Monkey is quite a perceptive little boy. Tonight he told me about the meaning of the lights in mommy’s room. “When the lights are on, I have to stay in my room. When the lights are off, I can go into mommy’s room to sleep.” Is this an explanation of why he shows up in my room every night/morning between 2 and 5 a.m.?

When he came home from school on Monday he kept asking to go to the airport. He said his best buddy at school went to the airport. This meant that we also had to go to the airport. Right Away! Lots of tears on the car ride home. I kept telling him about all of the times we had been to the airport, hoping that would make him realize that he had already been to the airport. I failed there. So I told him that we’d go to the airport next week to pick-up Grandma. He still cried.

Luckily we were able to steer the conversation to less dramatic topics – like his favorite neighbor boy.

Hubby’s heading home soon! Much sooner than his original plan which is good for me. I’m tired and tired of being a single parent. It’s a tough job. I can’t imagine what single parents have to go through. Though I am busy (probably more busy than most normal people would choose to be), I do have the financial and emotional support of a spouse.

Guess that’s it for the night. I’m still up and not tired at all – guess it’s due in part to my hour-long session on the treadmill. I prefer to run/walk during my lunch time, but find it more practical to run when the monkey is asleep and I have finished my fill of homework for the day.