If this is Monday, it must be Tucson...
Yep, it is. And I'm sitting here in room 112 of the local Super 8 watching my baby girl sleep. Life is good. She's sleeping away and it appears that she's managed to sleep through the night. She had such a rough night the night before (as well as a rough night ever since Thursday) that it's good to see her sleep. Her apartment doesn't offer her good sleep right now because her bedroom is uninhabitable. Something about some vomit...
Molly Maids are due in to attempt another clean up at 11:00 am. I'm praying they don't pull a Cinderella Maid Service on us and turn and walk away muttering obscenities at us under their breath in Spanish.
I'm busy now trying to book a flight home... having abandoned all hope of attending the ladies event at church tonight. It's just not gonna happen. Liz wants to try to attend one class today at school, but seeing her still be so sound asleep, I don't think that's gonna happen, either.
What I do know will happen? Her cat Jeannie will be happy to see us. We left Jeannie alone in the apartment when we left for the Super 8.
So, do I wake Liz or not? I'm choosing not to. She just looks too peaceful lying there in that bed. And she deserves some peace in her life. Peace has escaped her for the last five days.
I'll make the 5:00 flight. The 3:00 can just fly off without me. 'Cuz my baby is sleeping and life is good.