Claws out, clinging to the old

This week has been rather different.

Greg has been away and I've been working night shifts.

I get home in the morning and both children have left for work. When I leave for night shift, neither of them are home yet. I am aware that they've been at home at night, cos I see the evidence of cleaned dishes laying on the sink draining board, a cup on the lounge table or any number of other things. But come the daytime, they are gone.