My boys came back home last Sunday. I had my first true weekend all by myself and I loved every minute of it. Who doesn’t love getting pedicures, eating some great food, and going shopping with a good friend? I haven’t had a weekend like that since E was born. For realz.
While I enjoyed doing things for myself and only worrying about what I’m going to eat and when I was going to bed, I was so happy when they walked in the door. They knew I missed them. I only talked to them about a billion times on the phone over the weekend. So when I saw that they were home, I rushed to the door to greet them. E was happy to see me and giving me hugs. That moment flew right out the window after only about 5 minutes and 3 temper tantrums. But honestly, I didn’t bother me. I had missed them and they were home.
I don’t think I am going to have a weekend, let alone a day, to myself in awhile. And I’m ok with that.