This apple, growing on my tree, is mine, all mine.
I'm home alone today, with the boys at the new school and Son#3 at daycare.
The emotions in the house are running haywire, but that was to be expected with new schools and faces and houses.
Strangely enough, I actually miss my criminal Sons#1 and 2.
Having had them with me through the summer, and now being separated from them, the house feels empty.
My time feels empty.
Work will start later again this week and will surely put an end to empty time (unfortunately).
Today I'm enjoying my abovementioned apple, cleaning this rubbish dump which has become our home, and perhaps having a cup of tea or ten.
Tea fixes everything.
.
I'm home alone today, with the boys at the new school and Son#3 at daycare.
The emotions in the house are running haywire, but that was to be expected with new schools and faces and houses.
Strangely enough, I actually miss my criminal Sons#1 and 2.
Having had them with me through the summer, and now being separated from them, the house feels empty.
My time feels empty.
Work will start later again this week and will surely put an end to empty time (unfortunately).
Today I'm enjoying my abovementioned apple, cleaning this rubbish dump which has become our home, and perhaps having a cup of tea or ten.
Tea fixes everything.
.
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