I promise I will pull up the motivation to do a real mommy post soon. Walk all the way downstairs, tell you what we've been up to and add pictures. You remember, those funny things, with color, reminding you what we look like? But today, I woke up sick, looked at the mess that I have been trying so hard to keep a hold of, decided diligence just wasn't on the menu for today (or at least this morning) and read this post on homesickness. She is a neighbor college girl who is in Russia for 3 months and is only half way done. I read it and thought to myself, I'm not half way done, I'm done. Home (with mommy, daddy, brothers and sisters) is gone. Both my mom and my mother-in-law got very busy about a year after we moved into our house. Our communication and time spent together on the phone or together, kind of dropped out the bottom. I have felt it, deeply. My love language is largely time. I don 't begrude my mothers, they are busy and don't have much choice. But I miss them so very much. And I miss not being in charge. Growing up I thought "When mom ain't happy ain't nobody happy," was a funny saying. Turns out, it's a curse. What if I don't want to be happy all the time? What if I want to lay in my pjs and watch sad movies all day? Too bad, my kiddos pay for every pj day I take. So I get up, take some medicine and get to work. Today is one of those days I'm wishing I could stay in bed and miss my moms. But I can't, so I'm going to get off of here, get dressed, drink a Dr.Pepper, find some music, and do what must be done. All the while hoping mom will call tomorrow and we'll get to talk for more than 10 minutes. I'll look forward to Thanksgiving with my in-laws. I'll help in the kitchen, talking to Heather feeling all the while like I have the greatest in-laws. Christmas will come, my parents will come, it will be too short. But it's not so bad. I'll make it through.