August 1

I don't know where the summer went, but I do know that in a couple of weeks I have to go back to work. I know there are some people in this world that love spending time at home and being off, unstructured. I am NOT one of those people. Left to my own devices, I do absolutely NOTHING all day. It's not that I start out to be lazy, I just have to wake up motivated or nothing gets done. Furthermore, add children to the mix and I accomplish zip. Yesterday, I spent over half of my day dealing with a tantrum-wielding toddler. Today, she woke up as complete angel. Who can figure that out? So, today will be better, right? Now, here's the rub. I miss my Dad and today is his birthday, or is it was? He would have been 64 today. So young, it seems. I still miss him everyday. Will that ever stop? I feel like I'm the only one who has this pit in my stomach. I want to go back in time and hug him, even if it meant him asking me "What do you want?" I'd give anything for him to think I was hugging for ulterior motives. If your Dad is around give him a great big hug for no reason, ok?