Alone

For the first time in five years, I am alone in my house for more than two hours. M took the kids down to his sister's for a long overdue visit, and here I sit, alone. In the chaos. But, at least it is quiet chaos. I should really be organizing the entry, or the linen closet. I think, however, I am just going to sit here and actually finish a cup of tea before it goes cold for once. And then, I am pretty sure my weekend alone will turn out something like this. Because we're out of milk. And gas. And there is always laundry to be folded. But first, I have to find that tea cup.