Four in the freaking morning, still awake. This is borderline pathetic; I'm 48, I should be able to sleep alone for four nights (and to be honest, no, she doesn't snore, but it helps to blame it on someone else.) It's not as if I haven't spoken to her; I've talked to her every night just to touch base and let her know the kids haven't done me in yet, but she needs to get home, because they just might. I didn't mind the bowling, because that's something I do fairly well and enjoy, and I didn't mind taking them to a movie because with Alex there, I can get up a couple times and head to the lobby. I didn't mind the couple of hours we spent in the bookstore, or that we've gone out for dinner every night and my arteries are screaming at me. But the wandering the mall and the ice skating nearly killed me, first out of boredom and then out of repeated falling on my ass, once banging my head on the ice.
They've had fun, though, and I've enjoyed having the time alone with them. Those kids laugh together like crazy, and just watching them be together is enough.
But, I'm ready for Char to come home. I miss her, and I really need to sleep.
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