quiet

So, I'm sitting here, eating my lunch, uninterrupted, after having a hot, from start to finish, cup of coffee.

Why do I feel so uncomfortable with this?

This morning, The Husband took The Bee to preschool, and then I loaded Q into the bike trailer and we pedaled over to First Grade. I was home, in my strangely quiet house, at 8:18 am.

This was the first day I've had to myself, with no plans, in 6 1/2 years. Sure, the kids have been gone before, but I've either been sick, had a migraine or had some sort of project that I needed the house empty for. This is just a Friday. Nothing special about it, outside of my sisters 23rd Birthday.

I'm heading out at 1:00 to get the oil changed, and then over to pick up the kids, and then take them for hair cuts. So, the afternoon will by typical, but this morning just feels odd.

So, I'm off to finish a project - I've already finished two minor sewing projects - and to toss a load of laundry in the machine. Woo hoo, how's that for excitement.

I miss my kids.