I have just experienced four days of relaxing bliss.
Mr. Awesome and I ran away for the weekend and then some. We stayed up late, slept in, ate at grown up restaurants, had grown up conversations and a lot of laughs. We talked about the kids, marvelled at the people they are becoming. We talked about our past and our future . It was heavenly.
As much fun as we had we were happy to head home to see the Wee Ones. Despite the chaos that our life is we missed being with the kids. It was wonderful to walk in the door and feel all those little arms around us. We were soon engulfed in the chatter and busyness of their world and within minutes we were well on our way to being caught up on what happened while we were away.
We spent an hour or so cuddling with the kids and hearing about their weekend. We read a couple of stories, played with Lego and were treated to a fashion show by Crafty. We were still in our happy little vacation bubble and the kids were there with us...until bedtime.
That's when the familiar chaos erupted.
Crafty couldn't find her doll, Dude wanted a different blanket and Mischief was hiding. There was home reading to finish, teeth to be brushed and toys to be picked up. Dude didn't like the music playing, Mischief, once found, didn't want to take his inhaler and Crafty couldn't decide what clothes to lay out for the morning.
Finally, after 45 minutes of running up and down the stairs and in and out of bedrooms we got all of the kids settled. Mr. Awesome sat down to return a few phone calls and I decided to have a long hot shower. I was just relaxing, enjoying the feel of the hot water rushing over my head when there was a knock on the shower door.
"You having a good shower, Mom?"
"Yeah, Mischief, I am. What are you doing out of bed?"
"I'm just checking on you, making sure you're not too lonely in there."
Yep, I'm home.