Booless
This is the first night of her two and a half years that Mallory is not spending with either her mommy or her daddy. She’s staying with her Aunt Janet, Uncle Derek and her three cousins.
The house feels really empty. And not just because we’ve been emptying it in anticipation of our move.
Irene and I spent the day readying the house for painting, cleaning and choosing paint colours. And wondering if any minute we were going to get the call, telling us our daughter was inconsolable and that we needed to come get her.
The call never came. If I allow myself to think rationally, I remember that each time we’ve left Mallory with her cousins she’s had a fabulous time and was really sad about having to go home. Still, it’s bound to be an adjustment for her.
More likely for me. It’s been two years since I’ve slept in my bed alone.
Think I’d best give it a try.
