This week, I won't look in the mirror at 5pm and see peanut butter on my chin (and think back through the day and realize it's had to have been there since I last served peanut butter at 11am). My cell phone probably won't end up in the sand box. There will be no yogurt on my walls, no Goldfish on the baby, no boxes of tampons hurled into the toilet. I won't say things like "please don't bite the cat" or "no, sweetie, the baby doesn't want a tractor in her bed". With my little Mister at his Mimi and Papaw's for the week, it promises to be pretty tame around here. J's out of town for work and Anderbug hitched a ride along with him to the in laws' for a few days of fun grandparental spoiling, so it's just me and my girl. Though tears were flowing when my boys drove off together this afternoon, I'm excited about the girl time, too. The afternoon-long nap on the couch with sweet V snugged up on top of me was long overdue. Vivi's first mother-daughter trip to the mall is most certainly in order. Maybe a chick flick at the local theater's baby day showing. Hair braiding, nail painting, talking about boys while eating ice cream, practicing her Alpha Phi songs. We're going to have fun.
But at the end of it all, you better believe I'll be pacing the front porch awaiting Bug's return (J's too!) and looking forward to peanut butter faces and sandy cell phones.
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.