Do they really know what we do when they are gone? We cook. We clean. We do laundry. We help with homework. We get kids to school and choir rehearsal, and then we get those kids to our other kid’s activities. We make sure they are all entertained, fed, bathed, and dressed ever morning and night.
Road life is hard, but home life is no piece of cake. The routine at home is monotonous many days, while road life is hectic and always changing. Making the change has confused my body. My mind still thinks like I’m on the road. It’s hard not to ask questions when I am not there. Life. Death. Changes. They are inevitable. I wonder if he understands how I feel. I wonder if anyone does.