short and not so sweet

Tomorrow the boys leave for a month away at their dad's, who lives several states away.

Today we pack.

They're both holed up in their rooms this morning, doing who knows what, I seriously doubt packing, but it's too quiet for me already.

A month without mayhem.  How will I ever survive?

Should I be careful not to wish for some mayhem?

I doubt it.

But I am hoping to use the quiet time to do more edits on the manuscript and continuing to write the new story.

I miss them already.