It's just wrong that the time is 8 PM and I am now, just, starting my evening. I keep telling myself that it won't always be this way, someday ... a very damn long time from now ... I will miss the chaos. The dinners for five, the dishes from five, the homework review, the back and forth banter of nothing, the mind numbing explanations of "why".
Right now it seems like eternity until then and that I won't miss it one iota.
... I've got about three hours of time to call my own. I hope I don't fall asleep.