It’s been a very long weekend.  This was the weekend that Bob took Tarrah for the entire weekend.  She’s never been apart from Mommy that long.  I wonder how’s she’s doing for the 100th time as I curse Bob for not having a phone.  I’m sure she’s fine.  I try not to think about it too much.  

You’d think I’d get plenty done without a two-year-old under foot.  Wouldn’t you know it, this is the weekend I get sick.  So after work, I pretty much vegged out Friday and Saturday night in front of the TV and started a new afghan.  Gasp, OMG!  No scrapbooking!  I did complete one digital layout for a contest, but I can’t share it here till the contest ends.  And it’s annonomous, so I can’t link you to it.  Sorry!  

Last night as I was getting ready for bed, it struck me how lonely Tarrah’s Pooh bear was in her bed, all alone.  Yeah, okay, I really want my baby back now.  But, she got to spend the weekend with her brothers and sister and Daddy.  I’m sure she had a ball and didn’t think about me once.  Well, hopefully she thought about me a little.  

So I have one more day to get through.  I’m off to work and when I get home, I can go pick her up.  Yeah!  Have a happy Sunday everybody!