Archer has long stopped ichatting with me. He refuses to speak to me on the phone. He's pissed and with good reason. I haven't seen Archer in over two weeks and it will be a few more days more before I come home. He's stopped calling for me at night and asking for me in the morning and going to the window and waiting for me after I tell him I'm coming home. Which makes me sad because I feel like the mom who cried wolf.
"Tell him I'll be home soon! Really! I promise"
On the road. Still....
But I think Archer's just over me. I think he's sad and I'm sad, too, honestly. I'm ready to come home. It's been really fun and fantastic and all-out amazing, don't get me wrong but it's been a long time now and living out of a suitcase away from my boys is starting to bum me out. I'm literally sick from burning the candle at fifteen different ends. Trying to hit up 10 cities in one month is rough on any bitch, but pregnancy doesn't make it any easier, I'll tell you what. And now that Archer's literally turning away from my face on ichat screaming "NOOOOO!!!" I'm feeling this crazy guilt/exhaustion combo situation.
The one person I love the most in the world is over me. He thinks I've ditched him, which is one of the worst feelings ever on earth. Sucks.
Three days and I'll be home, Arch. I promise and pinky-swear and regular swear. THREE DAYS! I love you infinity much...
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Rockabye Appearance Update:
PORTLAND, OR: Monday, May 5th @ 7:30, Powell's Books: Main Store (on Burnside)
(Hope to see you there!)
