I live in a world where adult conversation is hard to come by. I'm pretty sure the lady at the drive-thru coffee shop at the end of the street doesn't think selling me a $3 coffee is worth the 10 minute "chat." I savor conversations with people who don't ask me for milk. On the rare occasion that I get to go grocery shopping by myself I usually stroll down every isle, then pick out the longest check-out line, grab a smut magazine (People) and pretend I'm on vacation for 12 minutes. I love going for drives, if for no other reason than because the kids are buckled in and can only do "so much" damage.
The funny thing about all of this is that when the kids are at Grandma and Grandpa's for the night I think about them non-stop. I love the breaks I get from my normal routine but I love the breaks to be just long enough for me to really appreciate my day-to-day life. Sure, Jeff has come home from work before to find me on the computer looking for a full-time job on Craigslist, but most days he comes home to a happy, crazy, excited wife and kids with "you-won't-believe-what-toy-got-flushed-down-the-toilet-today" stories to tell him as we sit down for dinner.
Again, I don't have much adult conversation during the day. Most days. But I say this knowing that someday my kids will be grown, and I will be sad that I don't have kid conversations anymore, and I will look back on these days knowing they were good days, and I'm sure I will miss them. A lot.