88 days

The past 88 days I had no idea what he wore to school or how he spent his time when he stayed home. The past 88 days I had no idea what music he listened to on the way to pick up his kids from school or what they talk about in the mornings and how it differs from the afternoons when everyone is a little more awake. I rarely know which room he is in when we talk on the phone or how often he cleans up after himself and how often he makes the kids clean their room. I don't know where he gets his money or what his parents talk to him about every time they call. I haven't really known when they would get home or when I would see him again or why he said that. I'm not entirely sure what he will look like when he arrives tomorrow and I am still not one hundred percent confident he will actually be there or whether I want there to be where I see him first. I am excited but also nervous which is not the way it is supposed to feel and I cannot believe it will be tomorrow. The 89th day.