I thought I was supposed to be like 50 and getting slow and old before I had my home to myself...but lo, my kids and wife left this morning for nearly 3 weeks. It's interesting, and I guess expected, but I was SO looking forwards to the free time and lack of responsibility and now that it's here I'm pretty sad. Not completely, mind you, but I was kinda weepy last night for sure. My kids are just getting to that age where they're more fun than hassle, they're very affectionate, and, well, I just miss them already.
And, being home alone, I'm starting to talk to myself already. Not a great sign.
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