I am feeling bitter because I came home from work today to be greeted by my college-age daughter thusly, "I re-read The Book Thief today. It was so good! I can't wait to see the movie now. I know I will cry."
My daughter is home on break. In fact, both my college-age children are home on break. This means returning to a house that has been heavily lived in during my eight hour absence. They generally do their dishes and are pretty good about cleaning up, but there are still signs: a squinched pillow where someone lay reading on the couch; unfolded blankets that warmed bodies in our cool house; pans, drying in the dish rack, that held freshly scrambled eggs; and, jackets, from outings, over every chair.
I was ready to return to work this week and have had a wonderful two days, but there is this little part of me that is a bit bitter that my two children are carrying on in the same vein of our vacation. I would love to sit down and reread The Book Thief!
I'm really only a bit bitter though, because I have had two really fun days back at work and I missed that part of my life. Besides, if every day was like vacation, would I still appreciate it?