my first full day at home with no children for the first time in TEN YEARS. It was quiet, it was lonely, and I teared up a little when they left. But I bounced back! I cleaned the computer/play room and the TV room in the basement, showered, actually took the time to do my hair, and then drove up to Dan's friend's house under the pretense of helping him photograph stuff to put on craigslist. When I got there, he was grouting the new tile he'd put up in his shower and told me to go sit out by the pool. "I hope you brought a book." he added.

So on what I thought might be a depressing sad day for me (I know....I'm weird....I prefer it when the girls are home), I sat outside in the sunshine for two hours and read. It f**king rocked.

Speaking about the being weird part, is it really that weird? I posted about it on Facebook, that I was a little lonely today, and within minutes, someone posted "You'll get over it." Which was probably meant to be funny but seemed snarky.

I don't think it's a snarky response to "I'm a little lonely". If what you really meant was something more than that, the person reading it doesn't know that.

That was probably just someone's odd way of saying that soon you will come to enjoy your alone time and look forward to it when you are deprived of it in the future. Glad your day turned out nice. Get that vitamin D in while you can!

I remember that feeling well, Kathleen. I puttered around the house lost for the first week when Hannah started Kindergarten -- didn't know what to do with myself. I started working again shortly after that.

Even today, it's a little weird when all the kids are off playing at friends' houses at the same time and I'm alone.

You guys are making me miss my mom. With me away at college, and my brother having moved out, she's living alone now for the first time EVER. I worry about her.

It is weird when you are home alone for the first time in forever. Give it a little time and you will come to relish it, become posessive of it, and get ticked when your alone time is impinged upon. I adore my alone time, yet if I get too much of it, I get lonely for the little boogers to come home.