Monday, April 23, 2012

The Wait

Every night that my son has to work, I sit and wait for him to get home.  I can't sleep.  I can't relax.  I can't stand when he's even two minutes past the time I expect him to be home.  So that's what I'm doing.  Sitting here.  Waiting.  And hoping he gets here no later than the expected 9:30 arrival time.  *sigh*

And so I wait.  With Marissa.  Who doesn't seem to have any of the impatience that I'm experiencing.


  1. It's so hard. Been there... done that... still do that and kids are out of the house! I often wonder if our parents worried as much as we do? What do you think?

  2. I know my parents are worriers--mostly my mom... She still worries, as do I--I don't think it'll ever stop! Maybe dim just a bit, but the light's always on... =)