I hate it when they're not around, even though when they're around they make me mental. Maybe it's just the symbolism of the absence.
Yep. That's what it's like for us housewives, that is politically correctly called "domestically incarcerated survivors". At this point you only get it a day or two at a time. But one day they will go off to college and you face empty-nesting, which is the same thing but doesn't have an endpoint.
