My son left for the third and final term of grade 8 yesterday.
I woke up today and noticed a few things…
When he’s home;
I can’t find the TV remote control.
Dry noodle crumbs are all over the sofa and rug… He snacks on uncooked noodles.
Art supplies and markers are visible… They are everywhere.
There’s a frying pan in the sink every time… he’s the omelette master.
The dispenser bottle runs out quickly and there’s always a cup on the top.
My fancy throw pillows are scattered all over the place
…
When he’s not home;
I miss him
