Homesick

Well, I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas slash Hanukah season. I haven’t posted the past few days because I have been very busy here. Very, very busy, doing very, very important things. Like entertaining my sleep-deprived, over-stimulated children. By taking them swimming (indoor aquatic centers are fabulous, if a wee bit hyper-chlorinated) and to the movies, and out to eat, and bowling, and shopping, and spending every spare minute of every day with their cousins, who they adore more than anyone on the planet. Every time we come home, and they spend all their time with their cousins, and I see the seven of them whispering and giggling and singing and teasing and playing together, it makes my heart break just a little that we live so far apart and they see each other so rarely and I get even more home-sick to move back to Oklahoma once again. Which will happen at some time in the future. At which point, I’m sure, the kids will spend so much time together that they’ll drive one another, and my sister and me, insane. But for now I just want to move back home and have all of us together, for the first time since my sister and I started having kids. How is it possible to be more home-sick when you’re home (OK), then when you’re home (GA)? Obviously I’m tired and emotional and possibly suffering from chlorine poisoning.

Did I mention that my mother made approximately four hundred pounds of turtles for the holidays, and since arriving here I’ve eaten at least half of them? I’m pretty sure when I fly back home next week North West Airlines will charge me for two seats.