Matt has been in Las Vegas all week at a convention and Buddy has been in a respite home for the week. Graham had been getting sick--which meant he was up intermittently each night. Buddy had his days and nights mixed up. With Matt here--that's doable: he takes one and I take the other. It's broken sleep, but sleep none-the-less. Without Matt, I would get one settled down with a 15 minute break before the other was up again. NO sleep. So I requested respite. Add to it that Cookie went on her first unsupervised visit.

It's been a really nice week. Cookie feels so much like my own that I just felt... I don't know... "normal". I felt like it was me and my two kids with my husband away. There was no trying to adjust to Buddy or being frazzled. Cookie's been here a long time and she's predictable. It was peaceful.

But it's Friday and Buddy came home this afternoon. Matt's plane should be landing in 23 minutes. We had a rough week of it, Matt and I, and it ended with a 4am screaming match last night. I think we were both overtired and upset about being apart. Thankfully, it's okay now.

I'm going to miss Cookie horribly. I'm surprised at how natural it felt to hold Buddy today when he came home. I was starting to feel like if he didn't come back, it was no big deal. I hadn't bonded with him really. I still feel that way--I just didn't realize how accepting I was of him, either. It's somewhat of a relief.

It's raining... so I have a migraine... plus the adrenaline that helps ease the migraine pain. Needless to say, staying up to welcome Matt home won't be too hard.