It is a little past half-past ten in the morning and for the first time in three years, the only sound I hear in the house is the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard as I write this blog.  It  is a weekday, all is quiet,  and I am alone in our desert home away from home.

Yes, the day has finally come.  I admit it is a bittersweet experience – having found my much-needed “me time” in the face of the usually crazy hustle and bustle of my daily “domestic” grind is very much a welcome treat and yet, I find myself surprisingly missing too the crazier tapping of little feet in between yells of “Mom, milk please” or “Mom, I’m hungry – I want egg” or “Mom, I want to watch Playhouse Disney!” :oops:

It’s a first day, alright.  All the kids are at school.  Hubby’s at work. I am home.  Guess we’re all where we should be, right?  Then why do I still have this “unsettling” feeling?  Maybe my daughter and I are actually sharing “first day jitters” – though in our own ways – and,  just like her, I’d need a little more time to adjust to this new “set-up”. ;)

It’s our first day.  And it’s comforting to think that Marga and I, though different, are still very much the same after all. :)