There’s something inherently magic about being the only one in the house.
When with my Wife and K, there was always a period of time within a week (often many) where I would have the house to myself for a few hours.
Here, there’s generally always people home, even if everyone’s in their rooms.
I got home from an appointment this morning and found myself to be the only one home besides from the dogs and cat.
It’s a warm breezy day, yet the house is cool and quiet. It’s lovely.
I’ve had so much I’ve been meaning to write, but each time I’ve had the opportunity I’ve been so very tired and simply chose sleep over writing.
There’s been so much happening I actually am unable to give a rundown properly.
My Wife and K have been having a difficult time in general settling in; K’s having school issues (which we are sorting out), my Wife is settling into a new job in which her manager is incompetent at best, I’m absolutely swamped with major assessment items which all seem to be compacted into the same few week period.
And we are all missing the ever loving shit out of each other, so we’re emotional.
I’ve become the absent hero of K’s world; which tended to happen in reverse when we were all together – that being my Wife would go on a work related travel endeavor and K would, the second she left, insist that his Mother did x, y or z better than I did and Dad’s way just isn’t good enough. Turns out that since I have been absent nothing my Wife does is acceptable, or pales in comparison to “the way Dad does it”.
K turned 9 the other day, and he literally grew a few centimeters in the four weeks since I had seen him last. He’s so smart. Often a little too smart, arguing back to his Mum and blatantly ignoring perfectly acceptable requests such as “Can you please help me tidy the lounge room?” – my Wife and I have been waiting for the rebellious boundary-testing stage for a while. Here it is!
Anyway, there’s tons more stuff I could write about but I’ll attempt to write more often.