So here we are. Only 3 days into 6 months and today has not been so great. Em cries for her Daddy - the boys go out of their way to ignore me. I explode. And rather easily too, I'll admit.

We took Tim down to San Diego on Saturday so he could board ship for the 4-6 month cruise somewhere in the Pacific.

The boys thought the tour of the ship was cool. A floating city on the Pacific - all painted gray. How quaint and homey. Even the insides were painted gray. I don't know how much more dreary you could make it without going stark raving mad.

I still don't think it's sunk in with the children. 6 months is a long time. Perhaps I'm dwelling on the time frame too much. Funny, women have been commiting their men to the sea for centuries - why should I be any different? Some of their men never returned and they survived. I suppose I will too...

Painful - how many times can your heart be torn from your chest? The pain is still raw, but then it's only been 3 days.