The Void

Lately I've been getting to leave the house without kids more often. Okay, so maybe 'often' is the wrong word here. I've actually only got to leave about three times without kids in tow over the last few weeks. But still, it's alone time, right? The funny thing about being alone, is that when you are so used to having someone there, when they are gone you feel a void. I enjoy my alone time just as much as anyone, but sometimes, it just feel strange.

The other day, I went to the store by my little ol' self. I decided that with Abby being sick, it might be nicer to go without the kids for a change. It can be exhausting wiping a nose the whole way. Not to mention I was thinking it might be nice to not spread the germs. So I hopped in my trusty mini-van and headed out. It was nice at first. Listening to grown-up music. No screaming. No packing of the snacks. No constant entertaining. No diaper bag. But then, the longer I was out, I realized I felt the void of their absence. I ended up calling Josh twice just to have someone to chat to. It was weird. I mean, don't get me wrong. I do need the occasional break from the kids. But generally, I take that break with another person like Josh or my friend, Mandy.

All in all, it was a good couple of trips out, but I don't think I will complain about toting the kids with me even at their most annoying times. Because when they aren't there bugging the snot out of me, I miss them still. Apparently, when you leave the kids at home, you just can't seem to avoid the void.