Sorry about the hiatus, but my husband gave me the most marvelous Christmas present ever. On the day after Christmas, he sent me down to Las Vegas to stay with my mother (and LaDale, and Telima & Tyler, and their kids...) for six days.
All. By. Myself.
When I packed, I only packed for myself. When I traveled (by Greyhound, always an adventure!), I didn't have to worry about potty breaks or bored children. Or vomiting children, for that matter--something that always seems to happen on long car trips. When I was there, I didn't have to keep children away from the living room (the only room that they can't play in), or cook meals for children who won't eat them anyway, or listen for the baby crying in the porta-crib upstairs. I slept in until 11, stayed up until 1, whatever I wanted.
When we went to the bookstore, I browsed uninterrupted. When we went to lunch at a sit-down restaurant, I didn't even consider approaching naptime, much less the delay between ordering and food. When we went on a (very short) hike at sunset, I kept track of my sister's or my brother's kids, but only sporadically, whenever one of the other five adults needed a little help. And the sun shone at least half the time.
It was marvelous, and refreshing, and I am SO GLAD to be back home.
I had a great time, but by New Year's Day, I was ready to come home. I missed talking politics with my husband, I missed playing with my children. I missed cuddling my babies. They missed me, too. Even three days later, Hebs crawls over to my lap and throws himself on me constantly. Gee (who starts school tomorrow, YIKES) said, "You're home, Momma?" When I said yes, he then shouted, "You're HOME, Momma!!!!" He wants tons of cuddles, too. Em (who is sick with a stomach bug today) snuggles in and tells me about her toys. Zee has almost talked my ear off, about all his adventures while I was gone.
Bradley missed me too.
(He says he has a new appreciation for my job. He is also of the opinion that all fathers should watch their children for a week, so they appreciate their wives more. Okay by me. We'll let him think that my life is tough, without pointing out that what he did was harder, because he had to do it 24/7, without the benefit of schedule and routine and normality. And the week after Christmas, no less. But, shhhh. Don't tell. Let him appreciate my "hard" job.)
I have the world's best husband, and the world's most amazing family.
Happy New Year!
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Bradley should share his opinion with Tim(: I definitely give him kudosand am glad you had some time to recharge! Sorry about Em's tummy trouble. I regret to say she was most likely infected on New Year's Eve. It has been vomitrocious around here since Saturday evening. We're pulling out of it though...seems to be a 24 hour bug.
ReplyDeleteOh, bummer for you guys! So far, Em's the only one. I even sent the two big boys to school today...hopefully I didn't infect their entire classes!
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