This teaching drama thing is kicking my butt. I went to bed last night at 8:30. 8:30!! The May Queen kept getting up with her litany of excuses, and rather than my usual "leave me alone so I can get stuff done" eye rolling I was kicking her out of my bedroom so that I could sleep! Insane.
Tonight there was no litany, however. Tonight she is sleeping over at the neighbor's house. This is not the first time she has slept away, but the house is always oddly empty when she is gone. The door is open to the Jack and Jill bathroom that separates the computer room from her bedroom. The door to her room stands ajar. Her sheets are tangled, but there are no long, tanned limbs jutting out from them in all directions. Her pillow is missing, too.
Tomorrow I will not wake up with a small child's elbow in my back. Or her entire sleeping body on top of mine. (It has happened. Just last week. Maybe that's part of why I'm so tired.)
I know she's fine. And so are we.
But the house just doesn't feel right when she's gone.