I am so cold.
I know this is for the best. Sir needs to work and the kids need spoiled, so off to grandma’s house we went. But waking up in bed alone is a harsh morning mistress.
This is a strength I hope to never have. I never want to feel comfortable like this. I just wish I weren’t so cold.
Coffee and cartoons await me if I can just get out of bed. Once I get moving I will be fine. We go home tomorrow and he will be waiting, hopefully with an afternoon off. Only two and a half weeks until England and four until a return to normalcy.
I just don’t want to be cold anymore.