Day one: DONE.

I survived Day 1: Orientation, though not without a pounding headache.  My brain does not do boring well. Today, I am fully equipped with a full bottle of Tylenol and I have downed a small pot of coffee.  I will say that I slept better last night than I ever have in a hotel room.  The giant margarita that Megs bought me may have had something to do with it, but no matter the reason, I feel quite alert today.  

The news from Mae's softball game:  she hit her very first home run!!  I don't even feel sorry for myself for missing it because I am just so stinkin' happy for her!  Last year, she got nervous at each game and as far as I remember, she never hit the ball during a game except for once and it was a foul.  So this is big.  I mean BIG.  Kenny said the whole team was cheering for her.  One of her coaches (the one who is also her bus driver) said he was going to announce her home run to the whole bus in the morning.  Once again, I am so, so proud.  

My happy little family is coming to visit me today and I just can't wait to hug them.  I have fully realized that I'm just not me without them and I can't even believe how much I miss them.  Over margaritas, Meghan told me that it's just so strange to see me in the 'big city' all by myself.  She said she can't remember me ever being anywhere without Kenny and she's exactly right.  Where I go, he goes and vice versa.  And that's exactly how we like it.  During our orientation class yesterday, many of the women were talking about how their husbands are truck drivers who are gone all week and that's why their marriages work so well.  I laughed along with them at the thought, but really, I'd be in pretty sad shape without Kenny being around at almost all times.  And now I'm wondering if he's missing me so much, too, or if he's invited all of his friends over for a party because "Mom's out of town for the week!"  Ha.  Mae would totally tell on him.

And off I go for Day 2.  Today is Defensive Driving.  We were fully warned that on Friday, assuming they find enough instructors for our large class, we will be one-on-one with a driving instructor for six straight hours of driving in Omaha.  I might bring two bottles of Tylenol that day.