Monday, September 12, 2005

Till The Calf Comes Home

I am beginning to wonder how long it takes before I stop listening for the front door to open and my son to come bounding in. It still feels like he is just away for a very long weekend.

Sunday evenings especially feel weird. There is no one to pester about whether they have clean clothes or homework finished. There's an inner alarm clock that rings, saying "It's Sunday evening. Do you have your child's schedule for the week so you can plan your life around it?" Apparently, when it goes off, I still hit "snooze" instead of "off."

I will probably start getting the hang of my new life about the time his winter break starts.