The thing of it is, it ended up being a pretty fun week. We missed J, of course, and I'm counting the minutes until his plane touches down in the woods (260 minutes!), but this week of solo parenting gave me a boost of confidence, I think. A week that showed me high standards (as far as housekeeping and mothering go, I mean) are sometimes kind of overrated, that sitting on the floor playing Little People is totally more important than scrubbing the mystery gunk off the kitchen counters. That yeah, you're bound to be tired if you start the day at 6:10am and run steady until the kids finally conk out at 7:30pm, but that you'll get up and do it again the next day, and actually kind of rock it. That it's still fun to have a chick flick and cookies sleepover with my sister. That Anderson actually CAN sit through a movie, as we found out Thursday when Mommo took him to hit up a matinee.
Anyway. That's where I've been. And now we prepare for a visit from Mimi and Papaw, and hopefully a week of great weather and catching up/playing/relaxing lakeside. Have a great weekend, internet!