I am sleeping by myself in a hotel far from home tonight.
You would think that as the mother of 3 I would be excited to have a night to my own.
But, to be honest, it is super boring.
Plus I had a total mediocre dinner.
There is nothing on TV.
I finished my book.
And I miss my little tribe.
Right about now everyone is probaly in their jammies, teeth are being brushed, toes are being tucked in.
My favorite part of my day is when the last door is shut, the last kiss given, lights are out, and Doug and I just sit together and share a cup of tea.
Tonight it is just going to be me, bad TV and scratchy sheets.
There is no place like home.
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