Jack and I are on vacation.
Not at a tropical resort or a mountain get-away, but at home, just the two of us.
The kids are with my mama and sister for the week. Granny and Lala are true angels.
Am I bad person if I admit that I don’t really miss anybody yet?
It’ll come, probably sooner than later.
I mean eventually I’ll want some trash taken out or the lawn mowed or something, right?