Some days, no some weeks, I NEED a break.
This week was one of those weeks. My house never got cleaned. Well, I managed to do things that "needed" to be done. I put away the laundry that has been sitting on the kitchen table for 5 days. I washed the kitchen floors, I vacuumed, I washed sheets, wiped kitchen counters, washed dishes...
But, I never got to scrub the bathrooms, get everything put away and smell that "clean house" smell that I like to enjoy while sitting on the couch listening to the dishwasher run in a silent sleeping house. ( I secretly LOVE sitting on the couch late Sunday night listening to the dishwasher run- weird I know)
Thursday night I had planned to run around and at least pick up and wipe the kitchen down since my mom was coming Friday to watch the kids while I substitute taught. ( run on sentence)
That didn't happen. I felt sick and both kids had a rough night, so I was on mom duty.
My mom offered to take Big G for Friday night to give him some one on one time.
I hate to admit it, but it was kind of a relief. I thought, "oh that would be great, I can get things done around the house, finally."
And it's funny, how the minute he pulls away with my mom, I miss him.
The house is so quiet and empty.
The baby went to sleep at 7:30.
My husband and I got to watch the two TV shows we DVR. Then we spent the rest of the night talking about our babies and how awesome they are.
Then, I get this email from my mom about how G is busy bossing them both around and directing play and learning about different tools and taking apart their patio furniture and making friends with a girl at Chick-Fil-A and I giggle and remember that he'll be back talking my ear off and filling my heart in the morning.
And my house probably won't be clean and I am totally, completely, ok with that ;)