Greg, the kids and Zora are in Switzerland for the week and Lawrence and his fiancé are on holiday in France, which leaves Daniel and I home alone. With Daniel working downstairs and me upstairs in my bedroom, the house seems strangely quiet and void of life.

No chef this week, no poker night, no little knocks from BC (Baby Clinton) on my office door, no nightly girl chats with Eva. No Greg.

You’d think I’d be jumping for enjoy but I am not. I’m a sad doll. I miss my family more than words can express. They are my lifeline; my dojo where I kick ass and find my peace.

I miss BC coming into the room and recapping the highlights from Dora the Explorer. I miss Eva being Eva; the female version of her father.

I miss the way Greg makes me feel small when I’m enveloped in his arms, my head buried in his chest like I’m still his “girlfriend”.

Wacky huh? I should be happy but I’m not. I want my family back!