All is well

When everyone is home and around me all things are so much better. Jean-Jacques is home and I feel so much better. Somehow, now, all is well and I feel so stupid about having over reacted and got so angry with JJ while he was gone. I am so glad he's home and so glad that I have him here. He makes me feel so alive and sexy. That is an awesome thing for a forty-year-old, dowdy mother of three. We have been married for 15 years, and he still makes me feel alive inside. I am pretty darn lucky, even if sometimes I think that it's the corniest thing, usually I just feel that it's pretty amazing.

OK, so now we go on with the normal things. Life as usual? Yep, now that JJ is home, I leave for Montreal, again.

Day before yesterday, Thursday, even though I took the afternoon off to go to an interview, I stupidly looked at my cell phone and saw that I was being urgently paged by our plant. Even more stupidly, I returned the call and got sent down to South Carolina for an urgent quality issue. Run, run, run... I called my mom to come and have a "sleep over" with the kids and hopped on a plane. Fortunately the meeting went well and we avoided disaster. The trip ended in time for me to attend a friends surprize 50th birthday party, just not in time to actually be part of the "SURPRIZE" part, but I did get there.

Saturday, JJ comes home, we went to Lou's birthday euchre party and now Sunday, lazy day. This week, JJ stays home, for the most part and I am back in Montreal. Ah life goes on. Hopefully, we'll get our swimming in this afternoon and then we can just curl up and enjoy a few loads of laundry (oh yeah, there is that crazy obsession / resolution thing with laundry) it never seems to go away. I can fantasize, I don't have a cook to bring me food, I have a permanent handmaiden, doing my bidding and taking care of everything so that I actually have time to cook - oh yeah, that sounds like an awesome fantasy (Mel, I think I'm getting used to this.).

Just keep swimming.