Hanny told me he'd have base liberty today and be able to call for a longer time today, but I guess something happened. The kids really wanted to have a turn to talk with him, but oh well. We've only got 18 days until we can see him in person.

Little Kiki randomly yells at me, "Where's my Daddy!!!?" as if I've hidden him somewhere. He's convinced that he's still on an airplane, flying around somewhere. He's doing okay, but it's definately an underlying stress.

Abby just threw up everywhere, so we'll see how this weekend turns out.

My brother Ben's been helping me look for big vans all day. We need to go look at one on Monday and see if it will work. I feel so much pressure trying to buy a car all by myself. It's really nice of Ben to use his last days before starting a new job at SkyWest as an airplane mechanic--Yeah, Ben!

I finally was able to let down a little this evening, for the first time this week. It's been one of the most intense weeks I can remember, with so many deadlines. Deadlines on one side and a bunch of little kids on the other is my least favorite place to be. I'm not just tired, I'm weary. Even the temple brought no relief for the first time. I just need to get the cleaning, cooking, paperwork, shopping, errands, car-buying, doctor/dentists appts. out of the way so I can play with these cute little kiddos. Oh well, I'm glad tomorrow's Sunday. Need a big drink of living water...Hanny wrote me a beautiful letter for our anniversary, and our surprise phone call earlier in the week was wonderful. Can't wait to be married to him again someday...

Better sleep, hope no one else pukes.