We’re home. Thursday night after a day at work & daycare, the kids and I headed to my sister Kate’s house to stay with her family for the weekend. The huge perk of our plan: Ryan was also staying over for the weekend <insert flirtatious grin here>. We spent Friday and Saturday. The kids had a ball. We all had a ball.
About ten minutes into our long drive home this morning, I was feeling melencoly and alone. Thinking: “I have to do another week alone. I ‘m not a loner“. In an attempt to
not cry keep my chin up I started counting good things: safe travels, the van DVD players from Grandpa Jim, beautiful weather, thrifting with my sister, movie night with our husbands, a great Norwex show.
above: a few thrifting treasures
And so I head into week two feeling alone but oh so blessed by a weekend away and two exhausted little ones tucked in their beds and ready to keep me company all week! Perspective- it makes the world of difference. Friday will come and until then Jameson wants to make plans for a very special welcome home party for his dad. Sounds good to me.