I have been home alone for 5 days.
Not even the dog.
You might think that I’d be lonely. Missing them.
You would be wrong.
Sometimes, I feel a little guilty that I’m not pining for their return. But mostly, I just revel in my alone-ness. Does this make me a bad person? Heartless?
It makes me human.
They’ll all be home in about a half an hour. I’m excited to see them, really, and I know that once I see them I won’t be able to stop kissing and hugging them.
But for now, I will enjoy 30 more minutes of me time. Time where I’m not a wife, I’m not a mother, and I’m not a dog owner. I’m just Krista.
It’s been nice.