How can I miss you when you are still here?

*Warning, slight pity-party post. Back before children, husband and I frequently travelled during bank holidays to other countries on shoe-string budget methods. On one such visit to Germany we stayed with a friend of his and she popped in a popular French CD during dinner. Roughly translated the refrain goes, "How can I miss you when you are still here?" This line always comes to mind when I've been around my children too much. Love them? Of course. But that cliche, "Absence makes the heart gro