Time for Spokane

Sunday...on the way to the airport

The pilot has been gone to Spokane, Washington for 3 days now (but who's counting?) He's training in the Kodiak--the plane he'll fly once we're in PNG.

So far so good on the home front. We're oddly settling into the rhythm we had when he worked for the airlines. But...he wasn't gone for 3 consecutive weeks.

Somebody better check my sanity (and the status of my gray hair) at the half way point next week.

But it has come to my attention that we've I've gotten really accustomed having Jason around fairly consistently this last year.

Case in point #1: I have to brew my own coffee. (Thankfully, he roasted enough to last during his absence!) I am spoiled that Mr. Coffee has a name and it's spelled J-A-S-O-N. Most mornings (before the school rush resumed) he'd bring me a cup while I would prep for the day. That's just how he rolls and I love him...and his mad coffee roasting/brewing skills.

Case in point #2: If there's something that goes "bump" in the night--besides the wandering toddler--he's up, ready to catch the would be boogie man off guard.

So the second night he was gone, I may or may not have heard a jolting noise that may or may not have been the shampoo bottle falling into the bathtub. This sound may or may not have paralyzed me for at least 15 minutes as I lay in bed, in the dark, confirming silently in my mind, that it indeed was the unsteady shampoo bottle tumbling a little too loudly into the tub.

Case in point #3: I communicate with my husband frequently. When he's home, we're up... sometimes late...talking, reading, watching a show. When he's gone, and after the kids are in bed, one would think I would browse the latest on Netflix or stay on Pinterest til the wee hours of the morning.

Alas...I'm in bed at 10. One night it was 9:30. Maybe I'm aging.

Case in point #4: Rarely do I buy "fun" food. But for my sanity, at least this first week in, I've stocked up on frozen waffles and ice cream. Two things we rarely keep on hand...and probably for good reason.

The little things mean so much to my kids....or just their love for highly processed fattening foods.

Let there never be a claim that I never did anything for my children.

So here we are...yes, missing dad/coffee maker/security guard/healthy best friend, but steps closer to the ultimate goal: Papua New Guinea and reaching the Bibleless people.