Girls Weekend

The GFYO and the Kid are 8 hours and two states away. They are getting all manly on an island near the Canadian border, with a bunch of other 5 year olds and their dads. I can picture it: fleece and rubber boots, fishing poles, cold beer and juice boxes, men (and boys) and nature and heaven! No chicks in sight. 

It's quieter here without them. The girls walked to soccer practice together and I stayed home cleaning playing video games on my phone. We ate spinach noodles with butter and salt and watched the Spelling Bee I'd taped. We decided we are not excellent spellers and that we prefer American Idol. I danced in the kitchen to a retro Pepsi commercial and they rolled their eyes but secretly loved it. When 9pm rolled in, I sent them to bed, to my bed, with a hug and a kiss and they went. Just went. No tucking in, no stories or monster checks. They kissed me and went to bed.

It's weird without the Kid and the GFYO here. We three fit on the couch better for one. We can get very quiet and into our popcorn and Spelling Bees and not here the sounds of make believe guns and the click clack of a lap top. We let the sink fill up and avoid our chores. We are three chicks with no dudes in sight.

Tomorrow, after their games are over, we might rent a movie and turn the lights down and eat pizza and sit in silent rapture in front of the screen. Or we might buy tickets and watch one in a theater and eat at the mall restaurant we love, put cloth napkins on our laps and do away with the crayons and the kid menus. We won't hold hands in the parking lot; we will be three girls out on the town.

Later, we will hope for good cell phone reception and the sound of their voices. We will clean up the kitchen and put away cleats and turn the lights on in the bedrooms.  We will realize how much we miss our Boys.