Today is quiet.
Blissfully quiet.
Eerily quiet.
My girl is not here.
She is off having a life outside of this home. Turkey. A big weekend in the big city with her bestest friend. Give me a break. The girl is only twelve.
But what a time she is having. I loaned her my cell phone and so far, she has called me five times since yesterday to update me on all her fun. She'll never admit it, but I think she is missing her mom.
I'm missing her, too. I've spent a whole Saturday with nobody telling me how bored they are or wishing aloud that they could go shopping. I've heard no heavy sighs, no bossing the boys around, no doors shutting just a wee bit too loud.
You would think I would be in heaven.
Okay, okay. Maybe the quiet is a little bit nice. I'm glad it's not going to last, though. I don't think I'm quite ready for that. I have been a good mom, however, and followed her explicit instructions on her latest attempt to win the cat's favor. Somehow I think she'll know if I didn't fluff his pillow. That girl has got me wrapped around her finger.
Come to think of it, they all do. Crazy kids.
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