It is night number three and I have had the house all to myself. It's delicious. My daughter is spending spring break with her father in the city and she keeps on trying to manipulate me into bringing her home, yet somewhere, somehow I have the resolve to stay away and leave it alone. She calls with complaints such as he yelled at me, he walked away from me, he's not feeding me dinner. I checked in with him and he assured me she was not starving nor alone.
Tomorrow night I think she'll be back. I hope not though. It's tough being a single parent with a 15-year-old daughter who is far too wise and far too opinionated. It's been almost a year since I've had a night alone where I've had a reprieve from the demands of daily parenthood and I'm relishing it. I love stopping at Whole Foods and choosing something I want to eat. I love being able to walk in the door, feed the dog and the cat, change my clothes and then think, "What do I want to do?" "Nothing," is really what I want to do. I can let my mind wander, watch mindless television, read a book or surf the internet.
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