For the first time ever, both of my children are at church camp at the same time and I am home alone. For five days and five nights.
I'm not gonna' lie. I love it. They've been gone since Sunday afternoon and it is now Wednesday evening and I don't really miss them.
I know. Worst. Mom. Ever.
Everyone always says, "Oh, you don't think so now but you'll miss them when they're gone."
No. No, I don't think I will. I love my children dearly, and I love being a mom and watching them grow and become their own selves. It is my job right now to look after them and teach them and steer them in the right direction. And I will always be their mama. But we spend so much time together these days that I really appreciate the times I am alone - particularly times when I know they are in good hands with someone else and I need not worry.
It helps, too, that the camp is within an hour's drive from home and (bless them!) they are using Facebook to post pictures and updates on what the campers are up to each day. I do appreciate that, particularly because this is Rachel's first year at camp and if I spot her smiling in a candid photo I am reassured that she's doing fine.
See? I do care. I just don't mind being alone for the week. Peace and quiet. *happy sigh*