Camp for the Parents

Jake and Ally are both at sleepaway camp. Read: parents are having sex on the couch.

I suppose this is a sliver of a glimpse into what it might be like to have the nest emptied out. We had a big salad for dinner last night with all sorts of good stuff in it. Stuff the kids would whine and complain about, after demanding to know where the rest of dinner was. This morning when I woke up, I did not hear Ally yelling to come into her room (despite the fact that she has two perfectly good legs attached to her ass that could easily walk her to our room, so as not to wake up her brother), or an argument between the two darling siblings about a) the wearing of a shirt b) the walking of the dog c) any mundane, senseless topic where two people could choose opposing positions. I screamed to my husband, "Do you hear that?" To which he asked, "What?" To which I replied, "The QUIET."

Tonight we're going to the movies. Maybe we'll have sex on the kitchen counter (last night it was the new couch). And Friday I'll be ready to pick Ally up at camp (or maybe I won't be).