Well, my month of pseudo-bachelorhood is nearly over. Just a few days left before Mary comes home from California, leaving her grandma duties and baby Ezra behind. None too soon I have to say.
I guess I am just not cut out for the bachelor lifestyle. I have always been something of a loner—I am not a joiner—so you would think that being alone for a month would be right up my alley. I am perfectly comfortable keeping my own company. But there is a difference between being alone and being lonely. I can stand being alone, even like it most of the time, but being lonely caught me by surprise.
It’s one thing to enjoy doing things I like to do and doing them alone. But I have always had the safety net of knowing that she is in the other room, or about to come home from shopping, or sitting out on the deck reading. And so despite doing my own thing alone, I am not lonely because she is around. I miss her being around. I miss her taking care of stuff. I miss her taking care of me.
So she will just have to adjust from taking care of little baby Ezra to taking care of big baby Bob once again. I admit it—I’m a big baby. And I want her back.