I woke up this morning and realized that the baby will be back home in three days. I didn't get most of the things done that I had intended, but I did get some much-needed slack. I've been missing my kids like crazy. I wish I could say that the feeling was mutual, but when I talked to the baby on the phone this morning she wasn't talking much so I could clearly hear my stepmother in the background telling her that she wasn't going to get her chocolate candy bar until she talked to me. I'm filing that away in the "post-adolescent guilt trip" file.

The Peaches told me that she heard from her Dad for the first time in a month. Now that's the saddest thing I've ever heard. She's struggling to find rationalizations for his failure to return her phone calls, but her pain is pretty evident. This is a kid who's NOT going to need any sort of post-adolescent guilt trip.

So, tomorrow is sort of our last hurrah before the baby gets home.We're going to be spending some quality time at the Pinder Winery. My harp teacher Deborah Bennett will be playing at the winery from 2:30-ish until about 3:30-ish. And then everyone's heading over to my house for pizza (everyone being Deb and a bunch of her friends). Anyone who knows me personally and shows up is more than welcome to join in the later pizza orgy.

And then Sunday, I plan on sleeping until my belly button pops. And then I'm gonna push it back in, turn over, and sleep another six hours. I'm not going to get to do this again for a while.