Tommy can't win'em all but he certainly gave it his all. After qualifying as #1 all weekend, he lost in the semi-finals by .05 of a second. The hardest part will be telling Baeleigh that "Daddy didn't winned" this weekend. She popped up first thing this morning, huge smile on her face, "you know what, mommy? I think daddy winned and is bringing me a trophy." All I could say is, "oh, you do huh?" I'll leave that one for him to break to her.
To see the breakdown, go to http://www.nmraracing.com/.
I'm just glad to have him return home tonight. It's been a hard six days on my own. I don't normally sleep very well when Tommy's away: 1) because I just miss him in general, and 2) because I'm worrying that every noise I hear is someone trying to break in. I've put Baeleigh in bed with me the last five nights, mostly as a pacifier for myself that she's close. Not that it helps, I spend the whole night waking up every hour or so to flip through channels and listen to the heat kick on and off, maybe pace around a little. Once I see that daylight is approaching, I finally fall asleep - as if no one wants to break in the house at 5:30am. (I didn't say my logic made sense.) I told Baeleigh the first night, "OK, this is only for tonight. Tomorrow night you need to sleep in your own bed." Mostly, I think this was really just me saying it aloud to myself, especially when my daughter replies, "but Mommy you told me to get into bed with you." Couple that with being 22 weeks pregnant and I think you'd understand why I'm ready to just drop on the floor when I get home tonight.
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