I love being home. And even though I know how this night is going to go, I don't feel too bad about it.
Hubbs is rebuilding a transmission, Youngest is doing whatever 13 year old boys do that don't involve mom, and I will probably drink too much. Yes, I fell off the wagon, but it was a planned fall, a controlled fall, so how bad can it get?
I'm bored and lonely, so I will drink to occupy myself, then wake up tomorrow and start anew with all my weekend plans.
That's the theory anyway.