7 months down

Yes, I googled a dog dragging it's
butt on the carpet and photoshopped
a clock on it's head.  Don't judge. 

Dale left 7 months ago. My sister says it went fast and I told her to shut her mouth. Don't worry, she knows I was kidding. Kind of. 

Now that we're one the so called "home stretch" time is still dragging. Seriously. Every day I watch a clock go by me dragging it's ass across the carpet like a dog with worms. The only solace I have each day is the countdown is at manageable 2 digit number now. It's just a nice feeling to know that the amount of time remaining seems like nothing compared to the amount of time that has passed. 

The kids are ready to have their dad home. I can tell Parker needs someone to do man stuff with. I try my best, but I can't give him as much attention as I'd like when I have Macy here and a large belly filled with baby. Macy always brings up dad coming home, so I know she's missing him too. Skype helps of course, but it's not really a substitute for a body actually being here. 

And of course, I'm ready to just have help here again. I mean I can handle things, but it's so much easier to have someone else here too. Even just for the small things like when you realize you're about out of milk, but you have no energy to load the kids up to go to the gas station to buy some more, so you have to water it down and hope it lasts until tomorrow. Yeah, those times it would be nice just to say, "Hey, can you go get a gallon of milk?" 

Dale will get home soon, and I'll rejoice as I finally get to clean those clock ass marks out of the carpet.