I'm there. Here.

OK. I'm ready. I'm not really ready. And I know it will be hard. But I'm over trying to pretend like the situation may change in the next 48 hours. It will be fine. Everyone does it, right? And if for some reason it isn't fine, there are countless options. I have to give it my best shot and I'm sure once I do it will be OK.

Hubby comes home tonight. Late, but it will be so wonderful to have him back. We'll enjoy our last two days bumming around together as a family and then get busy working again.

It's been the hardest, longest, best vacation ever.