Home alone … what to do?
Imagine coming home to no trampling feet, no arguing over who hit who and no terse discussions over who did what over the previous 10 hours.
Imagine a sense of nothingness after a day at the office.
Now that you have that picture in your head, that is what I have to look forward to all this week.
Amanda and the boys left Monday morning for Kansas and it leaves me with the house to myself and all the quiet that goes along with it.
My struggle now is what to do in the vast amount of time I will have to myself over the course of the week.
I have really put a lot of thought into that for the last two weeks.
Over the last year I have become very accustomed to being greeted at the door with hugs and platitudes as well as the confrontation leading to me settling the various argument over whether friends can come over, rooms need to be cleaned or whatever else three kids can come up with.
Over the course of time, I have actually enjoyed what awaits me when I come home.
Even if it is settling a dispute or learning about what was and wasn’t done over the course of the day, I learned to look forward to it.
But, I can say it was not easy to do.
For a lot of years, I have immersed myself in work and never gave a lot of thought about sharing my household with anyone else, let alone four other people.
I was used to coming home to a dark domicile with nothing to greet me but the serenity of quiet.
That all changed.
Don’t get me wrong, like I said, I actually enjoy what I come home to now and wouldn’t trade it for anything but it was tough to get used to.
For the next eight days, I have to go back to what I was used to.
The quiet — unless you count the dogs — and the sense of nothingness that means an empty house.
Someone told me that I should have no problem filling my time while the family is away.
But, I have to disagree.
I will miss all the things I have become accustomed to and the pitter-patter of large footsteps running through the house at all hours of the night.
I will miss having someone at the dining room table telling me about their day and their latest skateboarding trick they have accomplished.
I will miss the hugs and excitement that await me when I pull into the driveway after a day at work.
But, I take solace in the fact that it will be a short-lived quiet and all those things I have come to enjoy will be back before I know it.
Matthew Clark is the Editor of The Daily Courier. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Follow him on Twitter @UMass_MClark or @TDCMatt.