Flying Solo

I'm sitting in my bed, half snuggled under the covers, with my sweet cuddily big girl snoozing next to me.

I can't sleep.

My other half is halfway across the country.

It's a testament to his character, actually, because he HATES to fly, he's never flown without me, and he volunteered to chaperone a service trip with 11 kids to New Orleans, a place he's never been.

I kind of feel like I should be able to be alone for seven nights without getting all sad and insomniac about it. But whatever. Bryan and I have grown up together, and we've never been apart this long before. And we've never been this far apart before.

I miss him.

Plus, there's that whole solo parenting thing, which terrifies me a little bit, even if it's just for a week!

But mostly, right now, I just wish I could sleep.