Woke up to thunder this morning and spent twenty-odd minutes listening for my little ones to wake before I remembered they aren't here. Tis not my weekend, so I won't see them till tomorrow afternoon.
I feel empty a lot of the time, but never so much as when they're gone. It's not quite 8 am yet and I'm pathetically just wondering how to get through the day.
I'll perk up, clean up, get out when it stops raining, but largely because that's what's expected, right? Somehow I need to remember (?) or maybe learn for the first time how to do all these things with real interest.
Never been good at alone, and all of this shines quite the spotlight on alone.