It all started at the pool this morning when my Mom told me that Mr. Eris, Jr. and Little Ms. were coming to her house on Monday afternoons. Hmmm. That just didn't sit well with me. In fact, I was damn irritated by it.
Weird. All day I have felt like something is just not right. Something was missing. I checked my calendar, nothing significant going on this week. Zeus has a number of appointments coming up, a busy week for him, but mine was strangely absent of carefully marked obligations.
Well, okay, I thought. That will give me a chance to get caught up on a few more things. But that uneasy feeling just didn't let up.
Went down to the lair to put some honest effort into those Inauguration Dresses that need to be finished by Sunday (more about those later). After making some nice progress on them I realized what is wrong. Seriously wrong. SERIOUSLY.
There are no children scheduled. None. Nada. There is a big void in my calendar. No Grandma Tuesdays or Grandma Wednesdays to plan. Oh my.
Ever since I quit working about nine years ago there have been regularly scheduled days when I have looked forward to a little one (or two) (or three) who would come running in my door in the mornings. At the end of the day I would just as eagerly watch the clock to see when Moms or Dads would come through the door to pick them up after our days of adventures, art projects and cookie making.
Now before you all jump on this train and kindly offer the services of your darling children, please be assured that I will survive this. The situation is temporary and therefore manageable.
You better hope that I don't get to like it too much.