I’ll be thrilled when my boys are back home. I’ll be eager to see them, to hear about their time at camp, and to play foursquare at the playground across the road with them.
But what a great morning this has been.
I didn’t have to cajole anyone into starting school.
The only person I made breakfast for was myself.
I’ve been reading on the pergola for hours without being interrupted once.
I did a warm-up in the living room and no one complained that it was too loud.
I haven’t even heard Axel F even once.
No one has begged me to take them swimming.
No one has blamed me for the weather being a disappointment.
The only dirty laundry I’ve picked up has been my own.
I folded a couple of blankets, and they’ve stayed folded for hours.
I poured a glass of of sparkling water and no one came running to ask if they could have some too.
I’m going to go for a run in a few minutes, and I won’t even have to confirm that there is an extra adult in the house.
But the most incredible thing of all…
…every single light in the house, at 1:00 on a sunny afternoon in July, is turned off.
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