I've been quiet here because things are noisy at home. Two boys. 'Tween and toddler. No school. Cold weather. I was overwhelmed at the thought of it before it began so I enlisted some help. A few hours of babysitting. An extra set of hands. A luxury to be sure. But one we allowed ourselves this week. I believe it's good for my kids. To be able to say goodbye to me for an hour. To learn that I'll come back. To feel secure without me for a short time. (Or at least that's what I tell myself.) And that it's good for me, goes without saying.
And it's not like we haven't made the most of our time together—
A day spent in New York City. (It never stops being strange to be a visitor in my hometown.)
An unexpected snowfall.
Breakfast in bed at the hands of my eldest.
Hours spent camping out in the living room.
Just your average commonplace February week.