I often feel like I am a very bad friend.
I feel like I don't have time for friends.
I have no friends here yet. So we are talking long distance friends. Which requires a lot of effort and time. There are no quick phone calls, they all take at least an hour.
I don't mind, but I think I may be outgrowing that. Alright, no comments from the peanut gallery...Dave, I'm talkin to YOU!
Things are just different now that Matt is actually home.
Today, Matthew went to the orthodontist(and he wants me to tell you all that he got dark green bands on his braces), we came home, ate lunch, did school. Matthew just finished school, and in less than an hour Matt will be home. Then it is dinner time, family time, bath time, bed time. Then it is "spend time with Matt time". Matt could probably care less if I had "designated Matt time" but the fact is, I enjoy being with him. I have missed it so much over the last million years. Even if it means just sitting and watching tv, I still enjoy it. I love watching him watch tv. He makes me smile.
He gets so tickled about the silliest things. He will start laughing and just can't stop. I think it is a release of stress from the day.
I just love being with my family, and they take up all my time. Which isn't a bad thing. But it leaves me feeling really guilty about the way I've been neglecting my friends.
To my faithful friends, I'm sorry. Even though I'm scarce, I don't love you any less. Thank you for putting up with me.