I've posted and deleted a couple of blog posts in the last couple of days as they were simply gripes and really said nothing new. To sum it up: My husband will be laid off as of next week and I have no idea what will happen after that. It's clear something is going to have to change. We will cope as always, I'm just not particularly happy about it.
Tomorrow, in the predawn hours, I'm headed off to a three day regional conference in Columbia, Missouri. I don't want to go for numerous reasons. I confess, at forty-one I still get homesick. I'm known for calling home a half a dozen times a day and not really paying attention during meetings because I'm wondering why they didn't answer the last time I called. It's really not so much that I'm worried about them as I'd like to be there with them. Even my devoted husband has rolled his eyes over this and the boys just pat me on the arm and say, "You'll be fine Mom. You'll see. You'll make lots of new friends and come home full of stories about how great it was.There, there. Don't cry." Yes. I agree. It's rather pathetic.
On a brighter note, I get to room at a Best Western by myself--almost unheard of--because I didn't go looking for a roommate until it was too late. In truth, I was sorta hoping it would mean I couldn't attend (Sorry Mary, rules are rules. . . ). Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending how you look at it, the regional director insisted they'd reserved lots of extra rooms and it would not be a problem for me to have one by myself (I'm just so glad you can make it this year!). So after the last evening meeting I'll get to retreat to a people-less space. I just wish I had a lap top so I could check my e-mail, but the only one in the office goes with the CPD to his hotel room, darn it. Without the distraction, though, chances are good I'll put a good dent in editing the last two-thirds of Troubled_Waters (on hard copy). And I'll take a couple of books with me as well and sleep with the tv on to block out outside noise. I just hope they have X-files there.