Angelo and Bianca just left.
It’s a mixture of hopefulness for them, sadness at saying goodbye, and a huge sigh of relief for me.
Now I can sleep. For a week. Simeon will have to fend for himself.
I kid. Sort of.
I feel like I’m taking a deep breath for the first time in two weeks. Simeon is quiet and still and focused for the first time in two weeks. I’m looking forward to finally being able to sweep my floors, catch up on laundry, wash dishes, and think complete thoughts again.
I feel a little empty.
Like there’s a big something missing. The house seems to echo and it’s a bit unsettling.
I suppose I should go ahead and wash the sheets, re-organize the closets and wait for the phone to ring.
Maybe this time it will be someone small and easily contained. One who doesn’t talk, or walk, or declare that our apple juice taste like sour bath water.
A girl can dream can’t she?