Tonawanda News — Quite honestly, I don’t know what the frick to do right now. As I write this, it’s about 2 a.m. That’s right, I’m up late, like I used to be every night in my post-college days. I am sitting on my couch, which is markedly free of Buzz Lightyear toys and Barbie accessories (putting a shoe in one’s backside has a far different, more benign definition in our house).
There are no sounds of children fighting about who gets to play with me or begging me to take them somewhere. Instead, I’m left with only the sounds of the thoughts in my own head (so THAT’S what my inner voice sounds like).
In a little while, I’m going to go to bed. Or maybe a long while. I could play video games until 4. It doesn’t matter since I don’t have a 6 a.m. wake-up call forthcoming (”wake-up call” being Rigby doing his best Superfly Jimmy Snuka impression on my midsection). And in the morning? Only one breakfast to make. I could even skip it if I’m not hungry. Not like I’ll be setting a bad example for anyone.
Penny and Rigby are in Georgia with their mother visiting Uncle Bill and Aunt Brieanna (and my twin nephews-in-waiting). Work obligations prevented me from accompanying them, so that means my only companions for nine days are two dogs.
I have to say it’s ... different ... not having them around.
I also have to say, it’s a little bit fun.
Of course I miss my family. That should go without saying, but I’m saying it anyway just in case anyone should think otherwise.
But still, I usually don’t even get to shower without a potty-time intrusion, yet alone have day after day to myself.