On the morning of the third day, I was tired of waking up to a quiet house. The silence served only to remind me that I was alone. I peeled myself out of bed and slogged through my morning routine, missing the chaotic sounds of breakfast that are normally just beyond my bedroom door. It wasn’t until I got into the office that I realized that the only time I had spoken all morning was to leave a message on WonderWife’s™ voicemail.
How can you tell that I’ve been alone all week? This is my fifth post in as many days.
I miss them. I miss the chaos. The inane conversations with the Bean about Lightning McQueen and the smiles from Sprout. I miss WonderWife™. There’s nobody around to call me a “geek” when I’m watching cartoons or playing video games. I’m done with this life of solitude. I’m ready for my family to come home.