Holy cow! Thursday already and that means Letters to Someone. Time DOES fly and it's been a busy week. Be sure to cruise over and say hi to Shortmama and see who she's writing to this week. I'm never disappointed.
Dear Domestic Air Travel ~
I don't mind being among your ranks. The opportunity to sit in an exit row for 3 hours and read a book without interruption is reason enough to enjoy the club. But there are some things that we should work on. A flight that leaves at 8 AM on a Sunday should never be allowed. Ever. And a 44 minute connection is a little tight. Well, a lot tight. But mostly, the seats. Has someone come to you raving about how comfortable they are in their claustrophobic nest of Seat 14C? I didn't think so. The poor man next to me couldn't even exhale and the tall lady across the aisle looked like her femur might crack momentarily. It's just not right. We're paying for blankets, headsets, luggage and crackers - please give us enough space to turn the page without elbowing our neighbor in the nose.
The Cramped Lady in Coach
Dear Brand New Boss ~
This is going to be hard, isn't it? I'm going to try and help you. You don't need to "pose a question to my esteemed colleagues" fourteen times in the same meeting. You're the CEO. We're not your colleagues. And we would have gleaned that you were posing a question when you ended your self promotion with a question mark. We're quick like that. And, no. This is not our first rodeo. It's yours. We know how to do this. Really well. And under budget. You sit back, pretend like you get it and we'll make you look good. It's our job.
Keeping My Fingers Crossed,
Overqualified and Underinspired
Dear E and Gorgeous Babies ~
I've missed you. Lots. I don't call because I can't afford the distractions and there's not much I can do to help you if you're having a tough week. I'd sprout wings myself if I felt like you really needed me, but I'm so grateful you're such a hearty crew. Not seeing your faces for a few days just makes me love you that much more. I missed the way your hair smells at bedtime and reading with you in bed. I missed rocking out to your songs in the car on the way to school and everyone chatting about their day in the kitchen while I'm making dinner. But, I'm back. I'm safe. You're safe. And tomorrow's Friday. I can't wait to spend some time with all of you and hear about your week. Thank you for letting me be yours the best way I know how.
With All My Love,
Your Wife and Mama
Dear Weekend ~
Please come soon, we can't wait to see you. We are going to love you and cherish you and hold on tight while we've got you. Do you think you could stop by and pick up your friends sunshine and clear skies on the way? We'd love to see them, too. We can all play outside together and share the love. I'll even make dinner for all of you and include you in some family photos this weekend. Don't be late. We're thrilled your coming.
Me & My Gang