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?
