I vowed all week that today would be my "day off". No laundry, no cleaning, no schoolwork, and most of all - NO CLIENTS.
So far, so good.
The Wrench and I dispatched Our Little Miss Twinkleness to her grandparents for the day, and have spent a rare, quiet Saturday together.
We went to a late lunch at our favorite little cantina. It was wonderful; we had the entire place to ourselves. Afterward, we took a long drive out in the country, probably around 150 miles or so, circling back home in time to watch a sunset that was simply breathtaking.
Now the house is too quiet. The Wrench is napping, but I am unable to rest, as I am listening for sounds of life in the driveway.
I miss The Twinkster when she isn't here. I feel like it has been days, instead of mere hours, since I have seen her.
I want to hear her singing along to her favorite songs in her room, or listen to her humming while she putters around in the kitchen. I miss the sound of her walking down the hallway, the noise from the TV in her room.
I even miss the incessant questions. "Mom, did you do the laundry yet?" "Mom, can I have a snack?" "Mom, when are we going to the store again?" "Mom, will you come here please?"
I think I just had a little twinge of Pre-Empty Nest Syndrome...
Come home, Little Twinks. It's too quiet here without you.