And the travel ends at very long last...

Scott arrived home tonight from his last week-long training. Woot! Woot! What a relief to us all that he's here again!!

Emma's begging him to read Harry Potter to her. Hayley just won't stop talking about completely random and inconsequential details of her week.

And me? I've already thanked the good Lord multiple times for Scott's return. It's been an intensely long ten days...

On Wednesday of last week, Hayley came home sick. Thursday and Friday? School holidays. Sunday Scott left. Monday and Tuesday Emma graced me with her sick presence on Monday and Tuesday. She went back to school on Wednesday, but since this is conference week, school ended before noon. Hayley stayed home sick again yesterday.

And let's not forget that, in some random way unbeknownst to me, I messed up my left wrist. The girls have had to help me do everything from scratching my back to buttoning my jeans. How sad is that? I've had no choice but to drive one-handed and occasionally, with much excruciating pain, two-handed. I can't make cards. I can't knit. I can't make my own sandwiches. I can't. Period. I just can't.

By the way, I'm becoming quite a speedy one-handed typist.

I'm sure you all agree with me: I. Need. A. Break.

Big time.

Will tomorrow be better? Yes, because my hero is home. But the insanity of life won't take a breather. Emma and I have a Girl Scout sleep-over Saturday night and the second we come home Sunday morning, we're all hoping the car for a lovely 10 hour drive to my parents' house. Saturday will be a busy, busy, busy day.