Praying for Traveling Mercies

Carmen cried last night when David tucked her in. He left this morning for D.C. Since Gabriel was born, she's always been close to him, but they've been working closely together this week on a big project of hers that's due tomorrow about weather and the airport. The assignment was how weather affects people; since the kids have witnessed how severe weather affects us--namely via David's Blackberry--we thought this would be a good way for her to learn more about what he does and why. Last night that led to a discussion about Delta flight 191. Gabe called from the bathtub, "Is that story true?" He couldn't help being interested also. I thought it would also be good to talk about how many people fly each day through the airport and how many people's jobs are there, but those numbers are so big that she can't remember or relate to them. She can remember that there are 1000 arrivals and 1000 departing flights each day.

I've been a little apprehensive about him leaving town since I heard about the trip a couple of weeks ago because it's been a long time since he traveled regularly (since before Paloma was born) and I'm rusty at the single-parenting. David does so much to help with the kids that it's a little scary to be without him for long. (Not to mention a little scary because there have been some break-ins in our neighborhood this week.)

We've been working on the house and trying to get the Christmas stuff put away, but we weren't able to get the bins in the attic in time for me to park my car in the garage before he left town. (Also too bad because it has been SO COLD this week!)