Olivia's been at camp for five days now. It's always so much quieter around here when she's gone, but it's amazing how much I miss having her around. Oh, sure, the babies are still here, laughing and playing and crying and generally being their cute little selves, but without "LaLa" here, the noise level has dropped dramatically.

The phone doesn't ring, the computer only gets used once in a while. The Disney Channel does not get turned on at all. (No Hannah Montana! Whoohoo!) It's nice, but it's weird. She's always here.

I keep waking by her room and thinking "Gosh, what is she DOING in there?" And then I remember, duh, she isn't here. She's at camp. Having fun. Being a teen-ager. Going to the dances with the Joslin boys. Playing Cities and having backwards day and all sorts of other goofy things they do at camp. And while I miss her intensely, I wouldn't change that for the world.

But I don't know quite what to do with myself. I don't have to check sugars, I don't have to log anything, I don't have to change infusion sites and I feel like I've lost a limb or something. I keep stopping in the middle of whatever I'm doing and saying "I just know I'm forgetting something." But I'm not.

I guess that's a good thing, right? Means I should be able to get back in the swing of things when she comes home. And while the break is nice, I'll take my girl home, with all of her noise and drama and test strips trailing behind her any day.