Do NOT like being alone

Mark has gone to Gwinn, MI for the weekend.  Our niece is graduating from high school and they have individual graduation parties in the Upper Peninsula...for every graduating child apparently.  When I was in school, our class had one BIG graduation party for all of us....band, kegs, food, fun.  So Miranda is graduating, and her party is today.

I don't think that I've ever spent two whole days and nights alone in this house.  The Three Stooges are here, creating havoc for me because they miss their human Dad.  Yesterday they all spent hours in the kitchen, staring at the door to our attached garage, whining and crying.  Today, Mrs. pooped on the kitchen floor and won't eat, and Mister Petey Picard will not stop crying.

Despite the whining and crying, the house is so quiet without Mark here.  Odd really, because he's not really a loud person and he doesn't talk much.  Maybe I'm just imagining because I'm missing him?  We've had days apart before, but it's usually been when I'm in the hospital.  Almost two weeks so far this year, and more to come when I have my hernia surgery.  But Mark has promised to try to stay in my room in Milwaukee for that.  Or at least nearby.

When I was first separated from the bad Mark ex-husband, I LOVED being alone!  I had a tiny little one-bedroom apartment and had only myself to take care of.  It was so nice after 12 years of being yelled at, hit, shoved, ignored and given lists of my "chores" to do on a daily basis.  But now that I'm in a good marriage with the good Mark, I don't like it when he's gone!

He's coming back tomorrow afternoon, so less than a day to go, thank goodness!