Tonight finds me once again alone in the house. As my children get older, this seems to happen time and again, more often with each month. I cherish these little glimpses of solitude. I cherish them.
I was surprised to find myself on the brink of quiet tonight. With my husband off work, it was the farthest thing from my mind. When I got home from work and began dinner, I found that they were going to go scope out the hunting land, with the upcoming weekend being my son's first youth hunt.
Soon after they left, with the chicken and summer veggies on the stove, and the rice in the microwave, the timer for the microwave went off. I opened the microwave only to find it empty. Completely empty. No pan of rice anywhere to be found. I knew I'd filled the pan. I remembered measuring it out. But where was it?
The mystery uncooked rice was on the dresser in the entryway. I had cooked the paper cover in the microwave for an entire five minutes. The rice remained uncooked.
Maybe I'm NOT ready for empty nest!
