Skippy and I are home alone. It is almost like being entirely alone, because he has discovered this weird game called Pikmin on Gamecube. The music alone is enough to put me into a sort of trance, so he has to play it upstairs. He wandered down a few minutes ago, though, and asked me, “Have you ever been home alone?” “Well, of course!” I told him. I laughed, because at Skippy’s age, he probably imagines that when he is not home, I just spend the day suspended in time, waiting for him to return.
But it did make me think. I almost never get to be home alone. Because Cambria is homeschooled, Casey works from home, and DK is self-employed, it almost never happens. In fact, it has only happened twice in the last year. I imagine there will come a day when I will wish I had more people home. I miss having my missionaries here. I miss my boys who have left home. But I do actually dream of having alone time in my own house.
The last time it happened, however, was a couple of weeks ago, and I found I really didn’t know what to do with myself. I played the piano loudly. I ate a pop-tart. And then I couldn’t come up with anything more profound. Maybe I’m not responsible enough to be home alone. It is good that Skippy is here… he is explaining to me the intricacies of The Cat in the Hat Came Back. And I do love a good sequel.