My children are gone this week. Staying with their grandparents. After work, I'm home alone. Just me and Doodles the dog.
My routine has become this... come home, change clothes (because you don't want to know the slime those clothes have on them), make lunch (or go through the drive thru cuz I'm too lazy to make it). Eat lunch. Turn on Bones on Netflix streaming. Open laptop. Scrapbook or edit pictures. Watch Bones all afternoon. Monday, I waited for Dan to get home to eat. Tuesday, there was no point. He was going to get home way later than my dinner comfort zone. So I made my Stouffer's stuffed peppers (which would gag him anyway), grabbed my kindle and a cup full of Sonic ice and water, and sat down to eat dinner by myself.
It's a little sad. I miss my kids. They're my companions. I miss Brady's snark, and Chesney's enthusiasm about everything, and even Mykiah's worrying.
I've had to put the dog out and feed him. Get my own refills of water. It's been a trial. A trial, I tell you.
They come home on Friday. I'll be glad to see them.
Cuz I won't have to find the remote by myself again.
