I miss those insignificant days, where we do nothing particular really.
We just wake up and have coffee or ice cream or both and fight over the remote for Netflix. Fine you win, I'm just playing along. I have Netflix at home so it doesn't really matter.
Maybe we'd decide to go to the Boulevard and visit the same stores just a little bit hopeful something's changed. We'd eat at home just to say we didn't have to eat outside but we both know Tobs would ask for some pretzel or pizza or a burger. And deep down maybe we're starving too, so we eat just to sit, and talk and wait until the day is over.
By the time it's night time, I pretend I wasn't sleepy because you come out after Thirdy falls asleep and you and I can be just "you and I". Away from the kids. Suddenly it feels normal. I spare just a few more hours of sleep for a few more hours with you, in the quiet of the night, a million miles away from the time I was the one you were tucking into bed.
Gosh I really miss my Mom ðŸ˜
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