Can I tell you how good it is to be home? Really really good. I missed my own bed and kitchen and and and … everything … so much. It almost makes up for the fact that I am now so far behind on household things that I can hardly even justify writing this.
I got up an hour before my extra charge was due to arrive just so I could clean the kichen and pick up around here. It still looks like a hurricane struck. And I have got to get to the post office, pharmacy and library today without fail … and before any of them closes. I am in awe of you stay-at-home moms with two littles. The idea of dragging two under two with me on a birrage of errands seems something akin to running a 10K. I'm sure I can do it, it just sounds like absolutely no fun. Luckily they're being very good. Both sitting there watching Cars while I write this. Uh-oh someone needs a binky. Better go.