And why wouldn't he? It's one of his favorite songs.
4 hours in the morning, completely Doodle Free.
Nothing to chase.
Nothing to clean up.
Nothing to lock up.
For four hours a day I can get something out of the refrigerator or the pantry and not worry about immediately locking it.
I can leave the front door and sliders open if I want to for fresh air.
I can relax a bit if it wasn't for work.
But then I get an uneasy feeling and I wonder what he's doing and how he is and if he's ok.
And I start to miss him and the difficult time he gives me,
And then he comes home and destroys something and I think, hmmm, how many hours before he goes back to school?