Home alone

I just got back from taking U-J to the airport. He's off to Chicago for a few days for work. He is NOT happy about going.

But, I get to have the house to myself. I can watch whatever I want, eat whatever I want, do whatever I want!! Woohoo, let the party begin!

So, my mind is wondering, pondering all the possibilities, as I drive home. I get close to the house and see his red SUV in the driveway. Automatically, my heart skips a beat and I think, "Oh good, he's home!"

Dammit, I'm going to miss him.