He will be there tomorrow morning when I leave for school, but on a plane when I get home. I'm probably not dealing with this as well as I should be (hence the not-so-interesting blog posts for the last few days), but I'm trying my best.
Okay, well bursting into tears without warning isn't so good.
Neither is feeling sorry for myself because I'll be alone in a strange place for such a long time.
I wish I could crawl back into bed and spend another day with him, but school beckons. And so, I get up, get ready to be "Miss" again, and start one more day.
This is going to be a hard week...