I don't miss him because I want him to do things for me or around the house. I miss HIM, his presence here in our little family. Stan probably misses him more than I do because he hasn't received proper Dad and Stan time in far too long. He's becoming testy about it, it's pretty funny.
The flip side of the coin is that I actually do enjoy being alone. It's not so often that women get to be alone by choice, especially when they have children. I am relishing in this me time that I get to spend. I don't have anyone relying on me for food, nurturing or love (at least outside of the womb) at the moment and that will change very soon. Reading books or going for a walk or watching the notebook on TV on a Sunday afternoon are all completely up to me at this moment and it is nice. Yes, I probably should have done more laundry, or pulled the weeds that are growing in my tulip bed. But that's neither here nor there.
|But just when I think I can enjoy breakfast alone, I realize that Molly's Arms are much longer than I thought!|