We are in Vegas. I haven't fully relaxed. I'm exhausted, but yet, I'm not able to sleep. It's pitiful.

Mike is sawing logs and I'm just too tired to sleep.

I keep thinking I could go to the casino, but then I'd have to get another set of clothes saturated in cigarette smoke and I'd just about rather chew glass.

I miss the kids and sincerely wish that we could have sex and time with each other AND play with the kids a bunch. However, our kids are a demanding lot, and we both know that we couldn't get all the sex and time we want with kids present.

Also, it seems like it's hard to talk with them around and all the demands they make and talking is important for us. Ultimately, I feel guilty for having time without them.

I think tomorrow will be better when I'm not so damned tired and frazzle, but right now, I'm homesick.