An empty space to fill.

I’m exhausted from a 12 hour work day.
Eight toddlers. All with diarrhea.
Waking at 5am to start it all over again.

I’m forcing myself to stay awake.
You’re going to call and I don’t want to miss it for anything.

You’re 1,000 miles away and I can’t seem to function without your voice.

I want you to come home. It’s selfish but I feel that I can be selfish for once.

3 weeks left. :/

I’m always doing this to myself.

I wish I could show you a “behind the scenes” look at my life when you’re not in it.
It’s pretty depressing and you’d probably be creeped out at how much you occupy my mind.