...not so alone...

My husband left last Saturday to Panama with his friend. I wasn't so worried being alone with Vince since my youngest sister is home. But she went out most of Saturday and she left for work this morning and not coming back 'til Thursday night.
I realized last night, that I will be doing all the preparations to drop off my son to my in-laws. Bottles, feeding Vince and changing him before leaving and of course preparing myself to go to work. When my husband is at home, we take turns on doing stuff so one of us can prepare while the other is preparing our son. This morning... I had to do it myself. It's a good thing I prepared most of the stuff that I needed to bring to my in-law's house last night. Otherwise, I would've had to wake up an hour early just to prepare my son's stuff. FOR SUCH A SMALL GUY, HE OCCUPIES A LOT OF SPACE! heheheh.. not that I'm complaining.

Anyway, i'm going on a tangent there... so... my point is... even though I'm with my baby... I still feel alone... it's different when I'm doing everything alone. I miss him...

Tonight, I'm picking up Vince from my in-laws and will be eating dinner (if I feel like it) alone. UGH! 2 more days...