I miss my kid. Silly, unrealistic or whatever, the fact is I miss her.
I don't like going home to an empty, silent house... at least on this third night. Night one was wonderful - pizza and beer and silence all to myself! Night two was ok - worked late, did lots of chores at home, another beer... etc.
Today though, yep, ready for her to come home. Though I'm very sure she is having the time of her life and is very much NOT ready to come home! =-)