Friday, I went with Jen to IKEA and the Manassas mall. I don't know if there's anywhere stranger to go than the mall you used to go all throughout high school. I worked at the American Eagle Outfitters in high school (and got fired for using my discount for a friend, so sue me for being a generous friend, really), and have too many weird memories of the place. Taking my kid there now was almost to meta for me to handle. But Henry loves wide open spaces, and we let Henry and Lincoln chase each other around in the H&M for awhile, and ride the train merry-go-round. He loved it for about 15 seconds then started to cry and scream NO NO ALL DONE. That's Henry. :)
When I decided to stay in the US this month, I knew I'd be here about a week longer than I could probably stand, and that hit me today. I'm so ready to go home. Mark just landed in Tanzania this morning, so we're nearly to the end of this separation. If anyone ever asks me to spend 4 weeks away from my husband, willingly, please smack me in the face. I've been grumpy, moody, and sore all day and I'm sure I haven't been a pleasure to be around. I'm solid.