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.