Still waiting for Friday
Things have calmed down with Jeremiah a bit…thankfully. He still has very few privileges and isn’t allowed any toys in his room until he proves he can be trusted with them, but we haven’t had any break-in attempts or restraints in the past 48 hours, so that’s an improvement.
We had dinner with friends of ours tonight and Miah was bouncing off the walls as usual. He went outside to play and soon appeared outside the dining room window posing in various Jeremiah classic poses. Our hostess chuckeled and said, “Does he ever come down?”
“Nope. This is pretty much him 24/7.” I smiled.
That led to numerous humorous stories by another friend about how he was just like Miah when he was young. He explained in hillarious detail all the things his father used to do to try to wear him out. Our hostess literally fell over she was laughing so hard. I thought she would end up with a hernia. 
But the good news is, the grown man telling the stories is now a well balanced, yet still hyper, man. He is happily married and succesful in the National Gaurd. But still VERY hyper.
Hubby person comes home Friday. He’s been at a conference all week and I am super jealous of all the fun he’s having. All kinds of geeky fun, like getting to hear Michael Dell (the founder of Dell computers for all you non-geeks) speak, and getting to go to an Aerosmith concert. The keynote today even surprised everyone with the surprise appearance of Governor Schwartzenager. Anywho, he’s in geek….um….not heaven, but Disney world maybe?
I’m missing my hubby. I miss his hugs and his kisses and his warmth, and especially his smell. I’m missing his support, although he does call often and talks to the boys and tells them to behave themselves. I’m missing real conversations with him instead of just daily updates. Real conversations that involve talking and listening. Right now I could even use some crying.
I never knew that being a mom would bring out so many emotions. I mean, I knew of coarse, but I didn’t KNOW! I don’t like the fact that I am rediscovering some of my temper that I thought I had lost…no pun intended. I love the fact that I love these boys as if they had come from my own body, although I don’t really have anything to compare that too. That’s the other thing. I don’t like the fact that I am really struggling with the emotions that come along with my infertility right now. My boys should be enough, shouldn’t they? I know that’s unrealistic. I’m being too hard on myself. But I want my boys to know that THEY ARE ENOUGH! But yet, my womb aches.
Anywho, these are all things I want to cuddle in bed and talk to my hubby about. I will have to be careful not to overwhelm him. But Friday could not come soon enough.
Blessings,
Hannah
