I miss my kids. I’m 2,300 miles and a full week away, and I think about them all the time. The news keeps telling sad stories about kids who don’t get Christmas this year because of the recession, and then I worry about my kids and whether or not anyone gave them presents. It snows like crazy here and I take pictures so I can show my kids what it’s like. As I measure clothes to order the right size online, I wonder when I’ll be able to fit in a lesson for my kids who still can’t use a ruler. Someone here said that an idea was stupid, and all I can hear is my kids retorting with a quick “Your face is stupid.”
On another note, I have no interest in going back to work ever. I really enjoy sleeping. And reading novels. And seeing my family. And wearing pjs all day long.