My lovely wife is on her annual mother-daughter trip with her mom, her grandmom, her niece, and our daughter (who's making her first mother-daughter trip, and her longest separation from me...well, ever). They're a few hours away in Red River, New Mexico, and I'm lonely. It hit me really hard, really suddenly, yesterday that the house was empty except for me and Atalanta, the chaos-beast. It wasn't making the right sounds.
Being alone has had some advantages; I can eat food that I wouldn't normally eat while Tiff's around, and I can sit and watch the special features on some of my DVDs (which, for the most part, I fear would bore her to tears). But it's still not right without her and Brontë around. I didn't sleep well last night because the sounds were all wrong.
To try and get my mind off that, I've done the dishes, and I'm in the process of doing laundry. I've moved some furniture around that Tiff and I had been talking about for a while. I found the floor in our bedroom and vacuumed it (and the hall, and our bathroom, and the living room will be coming up shortly). I'm just little Mr. Domesticity right now. Tomorrow, while they're on their way back from New Mexico, I'll be putting safety latches on all the cabinets to keep little Miss Brontë, who is quite mobile now, out of things that might hurt her (a parent's work, I'm discovering for myself, is never actually done).
I really want them back. It's too quiet here (except for the music I'm blasting right now to keep the silence at bay).
Hmmm. The song that's playing now is an appropriate and happy coincidence. Not sure I could have planned for it to come up, and I certainly wasn't thinking about this particular tune until it came up. Some days I like the randomizer in my media player.
Current Tune: Queen -- "Las Palabras De Amor (The Words Of Love)" -- Hot Space
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Aw... they'll be back soon!
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