Our school year schedule is in full swing now, but we are still busy adjusting to the rigors of making sure everyone is in the right place at the right time. This was the first week of CCD, which - as it occurs on Monday nights - has almost pushed our mad logistical abilities over the edge. Let's see...the girls to the church at 6:45, Brian to Boy Scouts (different church) at 7:30, girls picked up from CCD at 8:00, Boy Scouts done at 9, and oh yes, there is still David to be picked up from our local community college at 9:20. Lord help us when it happens to be a Bunko night, too.
Still, where there is a will, there's a way, which meant that Larry and I found ourselves, at 7:15 this evening, ALL ALONE IN OUR OWN HOUSE (Brian had walked to Boy Scouts). I said to him, "When is the last time this happened?" And he, after a moment's thought, said, "Never."
Never. Never, in almost 24 years.
We both let that sink in for a moment. We could do that, because there was no one around to interrupt us. Finally, I said, "This feels weird. Are you sure no one else is here?"
I watched as Larry thought again. "No, no one."
"So!" I said. "This is what it will feel like when we're old, I guess."
Another pause, as we let that sink in, too.
"It's sort of peaceful," Larry said. "Just...us."
You know, he was right. But it still felt weird.