Here I sit in Little Rock, Arkansas. Homesick. Missing my kids. Missing my bed. Missing the Mr. Jones in my life. It's the nature of the beast with my job. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful I have this job when so many are hurting right now. I'm grateful I am able to help and share duties with my husband. I'm grateful Mr. Jones shares duties with me. I'm grateful that the spaghetti o's the kiddies had for dinner were warm, and filling and as the bean told me "not yummy as yours". I'm grateful I'm missed. I'm grateful.