when you don’t have to make dinner
My body feels weird whenever the boys are gone for an extended period of time. Everything is the same but everything is so so different.
I pour a glass of water and think “so this is what it is like for people without kids.” I sit on the couch and think “this is how they live, every single day.” I climb into bed and think “what in the hell.”
I enjoy not having to deal with dinner, that’s for sure.
Tomorrow is the parade for the Stanley Cup. I was excited at first, but that faded quickly. I’m too old for these kind of shenanigans. I wanted to take the kids but they aren’t even here. and besides, parades are for people who aren’t dead inside (outside too). So I’ll stay home.
My nights are wide open now that hockey is over. Don’t worry. Christmas in July movies are starting on hallmark. so I’ll be okay.