I am convinced without a doubt that my calling is not to be a single parent or to be single at all. Ron left yesterday for a trip to Chicago and I am missing him. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids so much, but I just love them more when daddy is around too. We've done pretty good here the last 24 hours, but I'm counting down the hours till he gets home (6 hours 10 minutes, approximately).
It seems like everything we do, we miss him. It's obvious that Ron is gone when...
* I am watching the Hallmark channel movie on Sunday afternoon, instead of NFL Football
*The boys want to invite a friend to play football, instead of just asking me (daddy would have been out there with them, thankfully Maddie was my excuse on that one).
*His place is empty at the table
*His side of the bed is not warm
*I can't fall asleep until midnight and every sound in the house is magnified
*I don't make a pot of coffee in the morning (and I actually miss making it)
*After a trip to the store, I have to keep Eli entertained and Maddie calm while bringing in groceries (all the way from the garage up 3 steps to the kitchen - it didn't seem like that long of a walk yesterday)
* We get done with lunch a little early and Eli has no one to wrestle
There are lots of other signs that things just aren't the same around here.
We miss you and love you Ronald Lee (a.k.a. Daddy)
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