They pulled out of the driveway at 7:20 am, their little faces pressed against the windows as the truck rounded the bend out of sight. My babies are camping...without me.
So, now what? I went to work, had dinner with friends, came home to a quiet house, did a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher and collected the garbage and recycling. It's too quiet around here. The hands on the clock aren't moving, I think the batteries are dead...
Is it Friday yet?
I am sure their father has it all under control, at least he better. I'm sure they'll/I'll be fine, I'm almost positive I'll make it four nights without my little ones. I should have recorded some arguments, whining and pounding feet noises to keep my company. What was I thinking?
Oh Dear! What on earth are you going to do with yourself this week?! I recall a few weeks ago when I had a record 12 hours alone on a Friday night, I kind of feel as though I had fallen through a rabbit hole to some alterate universe, because everything is still there and looks the same but nothing feels or sounds the same...
ReplyDeleteIf you really need a little dose of insanity, come out some evening and visit the kidlets and myself. Just a warning, soccer is Wed. :)
And yes, I'm an sure that Don has everything under control, and if he needs help, your eldest would make excellent "back-up"! I'm sure you'll hear all about it when they come back. Let's hope for some dry weather and nights wherever they are.
Hang in there!
Thanks! You'd definitely understand where I am at right now. Thankfully it is a busy week...I might need to steal your kidlets from you.
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