I came home to a dark empty house. For one whole hour, mine.
No lights on, totally silent.
I flicked lights on, walked around, changed from my work clothes, fed the cat.
I warmed up some food, sat on the couch in the lamp light.
It was silent.
Way too silent.
I watched a little Battlestar Galactica I got in the mail off of Netflix. I drank half a beer.
And I rejoiced exactly one hour and fifteen minutes later, when this man came home, with these kids.
Sometimes, alone time is not all it is cracked up to be.
Miles and I nursed. And then Adam got Miles to bed in 30 seconds flat. And then June and I had our normal night, plus a little extra tucking in her new Cinderella barbie into her own bed. And some, "Mom, Mom, when I say huummmm-hmma-hmm-hmm, that means, I need a drink of water." Okay babe. For the fiftieth time because you think it is fun.
I'm just glad you are home.