There's no fighting, no yelling, no laughing, no tattletaling, no giggling in bed when they should be sleeping, no last minute pitter-patter runs to the potty.
There's just me. And the giant TV. And, of course, the dogs.
And I know it's a good thing, and I know how excited they were about it, and I know how much Amy needs this, too. And I'm grateful that this is even an option, and I'm grateful that Amy and I continue to work together so well, and I'm grateful for the possibilities that abound.
Everything about this is absolutely fine. But they're having a sleepover at Mommy's apartment tonight, and I have pangs in my uterus where their little bodies used to be, my arms are just aching from their absence, my ears ringing from the deafening silence, and my heartbeats on pause til we're together again.