On my own

Sweet Hubby officially started his training for his new job yesterday. The training is about 2-2.5 hours away from where we live, so the company is putting him up in a hotel for the duration of the training. He gets to come home on the weekends, but that means the kids and I are on our own during the week. Being the wuss that I am, I came to my mama and daddy's house to stay during the week and we'll go back home Thursday afternoon or Friday morning to wait for Sweet Hubby to come home.

So during the training, he's having to share a hotel room with someone he''d never met before yesterday. That's just so weird to me. I can't imagine having to do that. Sleeping in the same room with someone you don't know. Showering with someone you've only known a few days sitting in the other room. Weird weird weird.

While we were packing I got the suitcase out to pack the kids' things in. Stephen wanted to know what I was doing with the "soup cases".

And I told the kids last night that even though we were at Grammy's house, we weren't going to watch TV all day like they normally get to do when they come to visit. I told them we're going to act like we're at home and do the things we do at home. Stephen said, "But Mom, we're not at home! This is Grammy's house!" Poor kids, I hate to take the fun out of Grammy's house fort them, but we're going to be here for 20 days out of the next 30. He'll be comatose in a month if he watches that much TV.