London and I - we don't know what to do with ourselves.
|Hair style courtesy of big brother, Jesse.|
Except, I'm a wee bit aimless without all of my normal chaos swirling around me.
And also except for the fact that London is into taking little piddly naps as of late, so all of my expected "free time" has really been broken down into about an hour in the morning and another hour in the afternoon. That gives me one uninterrupted shower and a wee bit of housekeeping - that she can undo in two seconds flat as soon as she wakes up.
But, we're rolling with it.
And we're having fun.
Because a change is as good as a rest, so they say.
|My childhood dirt road. SO many memories....|
I kind of like them. A lot.
And being a Mama surely is a crazy thing, isn't it?
When they are with me and hanging all over me - loud and crazy and whirling dervishes of madness - sometimes I crave myself a break of silence. But, then when they leave for a few days...I'm just not sure what to do with all of the silence. And all of the personal space. And things that stay in order for more than five minutes. It's weird. I feel like three pieces of me are missing....
|A childhood memory. Drawing in the "shiny mud."|
And stinky. And loud. And messy. And crazy.
And they pretty much have my whole heart.
And that's kind of nice, too.
More conversations are getting finished.
A date to be had here and there.
Assessing and re-assessing life. And priorities. Which is always good to do.
A little more silence and a little more time for reflecting.
And a whole lot of baby girl snuggling.
And re-entry will be loud - and maybe even a little bit painful.
But, it will be happy.
And it will be full.