Need. Sleep.

I've mentioned before how sometimes missing my kids can hit me like a ton of bricks, but I never realized that not missing them could happen as quickly. Let me rephrase that. It's not that I don't miss them, because I do. Every day. In fact, I didn't realize it would be possible to still miss them so much after this long. There are times, though, when I'm reminded of the things I don't miss. Like cleaning up Wolfey's accident last night and Lolly's puke in the middle of the night and then having to get up for an early meeting this morning. The boy rarely slept through the night, and as I sit here in my zombie state at the end of a long day, I am so thankful that, more often than nt, now I get my rest.