Arrgh.

It's monday morning, and I'm sending last nights dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets to their doom down the garbage disposal, and this it the thought that is crossing my mind. Arrgh.
I've just spent the weekend sans kids. Did I miss them? Yes. BUt you cannot deny ther luxury of just getting up and hopping in the car on a whim and then spending a good hour or so shopping without anyone screaming fighting or begging for treats.
I wrote on a story, actually got it to it's ending! Amazing.
They came home last night. I scooped them up, the ones little enough to accept such a gesture, and breathed them in.
They smelled like campfire, but they were mine.
This morning the house looks like a tornado tore through it.
I'm not missing them so much at the moment.