Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, December 29, 2008

I'm Home Alone

Yep. Monday. Oldest is out of school and the Hubster is on vacation. I let him know that the kids would really enjoy doing some Daddy stuff and that I really needed to get some cleaning done. I've swept the hallway.
I'm watching Secret Millionaire. Have you seen this show? Makes me cry each time. I enjoy my cries in private, nothing like a kid or spouse to walk in at a tender moment and screw it all up. You just can't get it back no matter how many times you rewind.
I really should clean something or I may not get time alone again. I think I'll start on getting the ornaments off the tree so it can go out too. Then I'll vacuum, that will make it look like I did a LOT! Now I just need to figure out where to put all the gifts that are being stored under the tree for lack of other space. Hmmm.

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