He Loves Riding the Bus

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?