My house is very quiet today.
When I pick up the toys, they stay in their places.
I have the computer all to myself.
It’s not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be.
I remember a day, not so long ago, when I was in Target with a chubby baby in one arm and a chattering three-year-old in the other. I was tired and a bit cranky and desperate for 15 minutes of peace so I could buy a shirt that wasn’t covered in spit up. I’d have paid good money to have some time alone.
I’d give a great deal more to have that day back now.