The worst part about vacations

I just walked through the door, and there was no pitter patter of little feet.

There were no happy yaps, no excited whimpers, no little faces trying to lick me into soggy oblivion. My kids have been taken to their respective babysitters for Christmas, and we are home alone.

I feel so sad.

We leave for our trip tomorrow, and although I know that I can't take them with me, I still wish I could. I have a house sitter, and two dog sitters (okay, one is the house sitter) and I know they are in good hands, and way better off than being at a kennel...

I'm just sad.

How am I going to sleep without furry organic bed warmers? Who is going to snuggle with me while I watch TV? Who will I sneak little bites of my food to during meals?

I guess I can have my husband fulfill all those needs, but it won't be the same.

*sigh*