Jeez. I've been gone a whole week, and I feel like the world has passed me by.
I took the last week off to catch up on some household projects I'd been letting slide, but my son got sick and I spent most of the week tending him. Nothing as wrenching as helping a helpless child puke his guts out every half-hour for twenty-four hours, till there's nothing left but bubbles and bile. Makes the moms feel as helpless as the children.
In the meantime, my husband and I have been glued to the TV to watch Rita's progress, praying it would at least miss New Orleans. German television proclaimed it would wipe Galveston off the map--to quote literally. We were happy to see that didn't happen, but how full of mixed emotions we are when we watch. When you add them all together, they equal one gigantic hope: Please don't let there be a lot of damage. What else can we hope for?
This week will have to be a slow blogging week, as well, since now I really have to get caught up with those things I didn't get around to last week.
My husband took our son swimming this afternoon. I have a couple hours ahead of me... well I did, until I decided to catch up on what you-all have to say. For the last hour I've been promising myself, "Okay, just one more, just one more. Okay, one more after this one..." I haven't commented much, but I did a lot of visiting today.
I really missed everyone quite a lot!
Have a great Sunday, everyone. I hope to keep in touch more this week.
