We need

James to come home. Now, I am not one for waxing sentimental, but I do have some practical reasons to need him here.

For one thing, I miss my bed. Aidan and I bought his new bed the day James left, and I have been sharing it with Aidan ever since. Not because I miss James so much I can't bear the thought of sleeping alone, but because our house is so stinking cold, that when I finally am ready to crawl into bed at midnight, the thought of my ice cold sheets sends me running to Aidan's room.

The second reason is the lawn. My neighbors mow every other day, and frankly I just don't have time to keep up. I have this whole list of projects I want to accomplish, and places Aidan and I need to go, and things we need to do, that when I get home and see the neighbor has mowed again, I am so irritated because mowing was not on my list of things to do today, and now I feel compelled to mow. And the dandelions are taking over. I am too busy weeding all my flower beds to mess with dandelions. So I am sorry to say James will come home and see they have multiplied, but seriously - not on my list.

The third reason is that I can't paint behind the computer until the guy who knows how everything plugs into the computer comes home. No one else may notice, but the white wall screams out to me every time I come into the room. Also, I have thought up some more projects for our lawn and house and I need more muscle power available to be able to complete them.

The last reason is my little boy. You see, he has been a real little pill since James left, and I am running out of ways to deal with it. I threaten, spank, take away movies, candy, snacks, bedtime songs, you name it; I have tried it to no avail. Then when I am sure his little heart must be so hard and my days of easy parenting are over, he crumples his little face and cries because he misses Daddy so much. He cries when I drop him at daycare, won't go to the gym or Sunday school, and tonight he even sobbed when I tucked him in. We have a lot of plans for the next week, but I just don't think that seeing more Grandmas and painting birdhouses are going to do the trick this time.

So you see, I have good reasons for needing James to come home. I think we only have one more week left until he comes home, but I am sure it is going to involve more cold beds and lawn mowing and sad little boys, so it might be a very long week.