I've got soul, but i'm not a

Mother. Not all the time at least. Sometimes in these small hours of the night I am something different. I am me.

And right now, I wish I was on a plane to anywhere really, but BlogHer would be good. Shane is on a plane to Halifax. He is away, again. And I miss him... and my kids. Toby comes home tomorrow, Tristan not so much. I miss her, but she is having too much fun at the chez mansion of her Aunt (my sister) to come home to me.

And there I had nothing to say today because I am missing everyone, but I said something.