The babe and I got off the plane at about 5:30 Monday morning. Two hours later I was hefting my suitcase up the stairs of our apartment building and buzzing to be let in. Squish was still asleep, but Manchild was up and dressed. (He also had the table set for breakfast.) Micah had gotten up early to get some work done, done it, and then tried to go back to sleep, but he was so excited to see us again that he couldn’t sleep.
We had breakfast, I unpacked some surprises for the boys, and then I crashed for 4 hours. I woke up to flowers, chocolate, and pineapple upside-down cake. I feel so loved.
It’s good to be back.
Even though Squish’s potty training is slightly off track.
Even though Manchild threw a royal tantrum over a game that he wasn’t even losing.
Even though I had to take the kids out in the rain to go grocery shopping this afternoon.
Even though the tasty dinner I made was rejected by my children simply because it was the dinner I made.
Even though Micah and I took some time yesterday to make the playroom a complete mess in an attempt to, eventually, make it less cluttered. (It’s so much easier to make the mess than to clean it up.)
But those are the things that make home home.
It’s good to be in the thick of it again.
What do you miss most when you are away from home?