I am all alone.
This morning NSG took the kid a few hundred miles south for a few days to visit some friends. It’s the first time I’ve been away from Roo for more than a work-day. He was cuteness personified this morning: giggling hysterically when I pretended to eat his feet, clutching at my face and trying to put my nose in his mouth, kicking his legs like mad as I stripped him for his bath. It was really, really hard to leave.
I panicked when I left this morning, and it seems reasonable that I’ll have a repeat performance tonight when I go home to an empty house.
On the other hand, I’m going to sleep through the night for TWO WHOLE NIGHTS (my second and third since July). And at home I have pulled together the critical supplies: a bottle of wine, wicked spicy food that NSG can’t tolerate, a brand new paperback book, a DVD I haven’t watched yet, and knitting needles, very soft merino wool, and a pattern for something I can’t mention here (yet).
Wish me luck!