Separated

I just finished a yummy meal that was brought to me literally on a silver platter and included a lovely slice of pie to top off the warm rolls and fresh salad. I am sitting in a chaise lounge with my feet up. The bed — that inviting king-sized bed, with fresh, crisp sheets, three fluffly pillows, and all that space just for me, without a dog barking or scratching at the cover — is calling for me. And all I can think about is how sad I am that I am separated from my family tonight.

Funny how when you are grinding out your daily life to the tune of “Mommy!” cries, you fantasize about being whisked away to just such a set up. And yet when you have it, all you can wish for are two little hands to grab your face and plant a very sloppy kiss on your lips.

Mommy will be home tomorrow. Thank goodness!