Title of this post was taken from the song Over and Over by Three Days Grace.
My mom is a thief. She stole my kids for the night. Okay, maybe I willingly let them go. Mom decided to keep my niece for the night, and of course my three darlings wanted to stay with her as well. They've been gone maybe an hour and I'm not sure what to do with myself.
The Wii remotes are sitting where the kids left them, and will sit lonely until the kids come home.
It's rainy out, and I'm incredibly sunburned, so I don't feel like going out. I have a few books I need to catch up on so maybe I'll do that. This is only the second time I've been home alone for the night since Mike passed. Three months ago I would have done anything for a night alone at home...well alone with Mike. Now, I'm simply alone. On the upside I have found several great websites for widows and widowers and it's given me the chance to connect with people who understand what I'm going through. I don't have to sensor myself or worry about how I sound. I ache for them and their losses, and hate that we are making connections due to the death of our loved ones, but I am grateful for them.