Huh?

I am lost. It's true. It may be considered a little sad by some, but there it is. David left this morning for a business trip to Dallas for four days. Yes, I know some wives don't see their husbands for months at a time, but obviously the Lord knew I was not a girl who could do that. I got teary-eyed when he left, which is a great leap forward from the balling, heaving, sobbing that would ensue every Sunday evening in the fall of 99. For crying out loud I was in tears at the end of our second date when I realized I was leaving this guy for Provo in about a month. Silly isn't it?! Well, think what you must of me, but I doubt it will change. We did almost nothing today. Some laundry, some cleaning and a whole afternoon of game cube with the kids, slide in a short nap on my bed in the middle and that was my day. Anyone who knows me well knows that this is very unusual for me. Tomorrow will be better. It is now 6 pm and we are just now getting to our cereal dinner, and something for "half-family home evening." The kids refuse to call it regular FHE since the whole family is not together. They are cute and dealing well. David spent a good fifteen minutes on hugs and kisses this morning. They all had to hug and kiss him upstairs, and downstairs and in the garage, and then stand in the garage while he backed out, only to run in to the front windows to watch him drive down the street. So, who is more attached to him, them or me? I'd say it's a toss up. One day down, three to go!