My kids have been gone since Wednesday.
It’s Sunday night, and we’re waiting for them to come home.
Anyone with kids realizes what a long time that is for them to have been away. I knew it was going to be different, but…well, I’ll just say it: I didn’t think I was going to miss them very much.
GASP. I know, I know, it makes me a horrible mom and a generally shitty person. But hey, it’s summertime, and I’ve been missing some of the sanity that comes with the kids being gone for multiple hours a day.
But a couple of days ago, I caught myself thinking I saw Ava Thomas peeking in the garage door.
Well, now they’re home, and by the time you read this they’ll have been sleeping for several hours.
I caught myself waiting by the door, watching for headlights down the road.
It was like waiting for a date. Why do we do that, anyway? I mean, seeing a car coming your way does not then make said car arrive any sooner. It does make you look doucheish, and a bit like you have no life. But hey, the truth hurts.
I’m glad they’re back. I’m saying that now, because I’m pretty sure in a few hours’ time all my sweet sentiments will be gone.