Yesterday we went to the annual cemetery association meeting (explained here) in my hometown and dropped off the little man for a week with his grandparents. I know he's having a blast, but I miss him like whoa.
As for us, we'll try and pass the time by working and oh-you-know going to a movie in the middle of the week, eating at reservations-required restaurants, and otherwise crying (me) about how we miss him.
Even that last part's true--that other stuff doesn't compare to my boy. I'm praying for a short week!