Could anyone with foster care knowledge (i.e. work in the foster care system, know someone who does foster care, have done foster care yourself) e-mail me--I have questions for you.

Thanks.

Day 7, Drew returned home at 11pm. I made it home from a party just as he was letting himself and Kookcity into the house. I'm not sure if Drew was happier to see me or Buckley, the dog, but in the end, I got to cuddle in bed with Drew, so take that Buckley!

Day 8. Drew has clearly returned to the house. Shoes in the kitchen. Bags from the trip in the foyer. Bathroom lights left on in the bathroom. Toilet seat left up. The husband is surely home.

I'm done. I officially miss Drew and want him to come and I'm pretty sure he misses me and wants to be home. 24 more hours until I see him.

Thursday was another Drew-less day. His absence was a little more noticeable. He always does the dishes when I cook, but he wasn't there to do them on Wednesday night. I was certainly too tired to do them that same night, so I had to face them last night and it was an unpleasant reminder that Drew is out of town. Hooray for husbands who do dishes! Boo for him being out of town!

I did manage to start on my project to tile the back stairwell with vinyl tiles, but only cleaned and primed three of the stairs. More to do tonight and Saturday I'll start laying down the viny tiles. As I worked I contemplated on the fact that I'm doing it bass-ackward as I think I should probably be working from ceiling down, but I don't want to work on the ceiling or walls until the spring.

To see pictures of Drew's trip, there's a slide show at:

I didn't find them too interesting except for the shots of the pods that they sleep in.