Home Alone

It's not true. My title to this prompt. I am never home alone. Someday, maybe in the future... someday, maybe I will have a bit of time to myself. But I really don't see that happening any time soon.
Jenny worked tonight. So, me and the kids. Which is fine. I am certainly not one of those work all day and commute home, eat supper and watch tv till I go to bed kind of Dad's. I absolutely hate it when Dad's refer to themselves as babysitting when their wives leave... totally offended. One of the big reasons I chose my profession was to have time with my family, and I love them. Just... sometimes...
I remember, when I was a kid, lying down in my room and watching the dust particles fly around in the sunbeams that shot above my bed. -Lets reiterate, I was lying down, and watching... dust particles twirl around.- And I look back with fondness, with feelings of some sort of lost utopia.
I don't need it all the time. Most of the time I am fine. Just somedays I would love a bit of silence. I don't turn on the the radio in my car anymore. I have a less than ten minute commute to work. I know that most people would kill for that. I do love it, no lie, but I really need some alone time sometimes.
And yet, I am feeling the need to tell you that when, at the end of the day, both of my little noise makers curl their little lima-bean-bodies into mine, and we read and they relax. There really is no better thing. . . just sometimes...

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