In order for me to have time and quiet in which to write this column, my husband took all five of our children to ride bikes around their grandparents’ neighborhood.
Once upon a time, this would have been a normal occurrence on a Sunday afternoon, but not today.
This is the first time I have been alone – really and completely alone, without a single member of my family in the house – in over a month.
This is the first time my children have been in a vehicle, the first time they have pulled out of our driveway onto the main road, in over a month.
“I forget what it’s like to ride in a car!” exclaimed my eldest daughter as they prepared to leave. “How do we do it?”