So, last night we met my parents in Bloomington to make the Elynor exchange. She gets to spend the week in grandparent-spoildom while we pack up, clean up, and move on out (oh yea, and celebrate my b'day tomorrow - yippee!).
This morning it really hit me that she's not here when I sat down to do, ahem, my business. No, not because I wasn't sharing the experience with a little girl hanging onto my knees or trying to see what was going on "in there". But because I actually pulled the toilet paper from it's holder on the wall. Yes, how nice it is for TP to gently spin from the roll as it was designed and not be clumsily twisted while sitting high atop a counter, safe from the reach of a curious little girl but also awkwardly out of reach of he/she who needs it.
When the cat's away the mouse will play.