woe is Jack
One day he's taking his girls to kindergarten (look how proud Missy looks that her daddy picked her up on her first day) and the next he's being sandblasted in unbearable heat. I wish I could do something to alleviate some of the yuk he's going through. All I can do is sit here and watch the phone not ring and see my email inbox stay empty... Can't quite convince myself that no news is good news.
Ugh we are all trying to hang in there. Gosh I hope the first few weeks are the worst because I can't imagine missing Jack more than I do right now. He's all I ever think about and I find myself seriously distracted most of the time. I haven't gotten as many phone calls or emails as I would like but I try to tell myself he's hot and tired and working hard to adjust. I am just hanging on trying not to cry in public. I hate it when people give you that look and ask if you are okay..."yeah I was until you just said that now I am a freakin basket case again thanks!" I went to my silly little job today and I just thought to myself what the hell am I doing working here? Crazy!