is relish in the freedom. I know that sounds horrible, especially since my husband is a great guy. Yet, I can do what I want, including reading a book or playing on the computer. With my son in bed, no one needs me right now. I can be quiet. I can think. I can breathe.
Tonight is a good night for my husband to be gone. Beginning at 7:15 this morning, my day filled with children. Questions, questions, questions...I was inundated with questions. Their poor planning causes and emergency on my part. Now I am quiet. The dog snores, the keys make their peculiar rattle as I race my fingers over them.
A good night for my husband to be gone means I can relax. The TV is not on. I can procrastinate the essays I've brought home to grade. Listening to the sounds of the house as it relaxes after a busy day of snow, wind, sleet, and sun gives me pleasure.
My book sits beside me, waiting for me to pick it up. It calls to me, and now I answer.
It is a good night for my husband to be gone.
