Yesterday afternoon I was feeling funky (not like shake-your-booty funky, but funky blue).
Writing up that post about what I missed about Amanda made me miss her more (in case there are any doubts, I still don't miss the bickering a bit). That's one reason that I have a pretty firm "no talking" policy when separated.
Talking makes you each miss the other more. I know that I am way way waaaay in the minority here. Terry and I did not call home when were gone a full seven days (really eight since we left pre-dawn one morning and returned a week later at midnight).
In the event that you think I'm a horrible parent, when Terry and I were separated a semester when we were dating, we didn't talk on the phone much either. In fact, when he was traveling after we were married, we didn't always talk in the early years. We do now (mostly because he calls to keep in touch with the kids maybe? Or maybe he just loves me more now).
We did talk to her twice this week, where she said she was having a great time, but she'd be having a better time if I was there.
Two thoughts diverged in a blog post, and I took the more rambling one, and that, that has made for a long and incohesive blog post.
What I meant to say was I was missing Amanda, and I was worried because she either has been missing us a good bit, or is actually suffering from a stomach-hurting ailment.
So, instead of sitting around and fretting, I took Kyle and the dog for a walk. We stopped at the stream and threw rocks, and I didn't have to carry him once.
We tried to walk it off, which works for me much better than Org Junkie Laura's suggestion to "Eat the Frog." She mentioned that a while ago, and I'm not sure if it's a weird Canadian thing, but I can't stop thinking about it. Why would one eat a frog? I mean, I understand that's the analogy, as she explained, "Just do what you don't want to do," but it falls short somewhere.
Of course, eating while worried or upset or procrastinating is an effective tool for me as well, so maybe I'll just fry me up some frog legs.