It’s quiet, too quiet.
I dropped Bub off at my parent’s house yesterday. It is so weird to not have him here. Who would’ve thunk I’d actually miss the endless prattle about some detail about a dinosaur’s anatomy and what it can do, or the sound of bionocles engaged in battle or endless questions about going to the pool. And he’s not even coming home until Saturday!
I’m not the only one missing Sebastian. Poor Mike the cat. He is just lost. For as much as he likes to terrorize Seb, he is obviously missing him. That will make Seb happy to hear that. I’m sure the hubby misses him, too, but being a man and all, it’s not macho to talk about stuff like that.
I don’t have too much planned for while my baby is gone. Read, work on my current crochet project (which is currently giving me fits! I think there may be some flaws with the pattern. Or else I just suck.), maybe try and go out to eat with the hubby at some point. I’m actually planning on cooking a nice meal for dinner tonight. Roasted pork tenderloin and new potatoes, probably some corn and salad, maybe some nice crusy bread. Yum!
I’ll call Seb tonight and see how his day went. I know they are planning to take him to the beach and to the movies while he’s there. My brother’s kids were supposed to come this weekend, so Bub would be able to have fun with them on Friday night, but there was a change in plans and now they’re not coming. Oh, well. He’ll still have fun with Lucas. I just hope he’s being good. I’m sure he’s probably glued to the television right now. My parents have Dish and we don’t have cable, yet. He must be in cartoon heaven.
