Sunday, November 8, 2009

Two ideas of homecoming.

We are getting close to Sam's return home. I still don't know when he will be here (so don't ask, because I'm really not being difficult, I just. Don't. Know.) but I know that it will be SOON.

As my time as a single mom winds down I can feel myself getting more and more antsy. I can't seem to fill the hours up enough and I find that we are spending more time playing at home than we are getting out of the apartment and doing things. Poor Nathaniel has gotten a bit spoiled with all of our outings because we'll be driving home from somewhere and he immediately asks, "Where are we going now?" Then, when I tell him we are going home he says, "I don't want to go home! I want to go somewhere!"

The past week I've been imagining what it will be like when Sam gets home. Time for myself; uninterrupted showers; the ability to complete a thought... It's an amazing daydream of unreality, but perhaps my dreams will come true.

I do know, though, that it is completely different from what Sam is dreaming of when he gets home.

Here is what Sam is expecting (except insert my face instead of perky blonde's face):

Here is what I'm expecting:

I have a feeling that one of us (*cough* Sam *cough*) is going to be sorely disappointed.

1 comment:

Lee Jones said...

We are certainly looking forward to being happy for you guys! :-D