I had planned on going to church today. The boys took showers last night, picked out their clothes and everything. The trouble is that George has been out of town since Thursday. While he's out of town, I don't sleep. I think since he's been gone, I've slept about 11 hours. I literally lay in bed all night with my eyes wide open. I read, fold clothes, watch TV, and listen to the radio, but cannot fall asleep. Needless to say, when my alarm went off this morning, I think I rolled over and turned it off. We didn't wake up until 8:45; Sunday school starts at 9:30 and we're 20 minutes from the church. Maybe if I were a little lower maintenance, we could've made it.
I'm glad this is George's last trip. I'm whooped.