Home AloneJune 9, 2010 at 5:35 am | Posted in Bun, Family, Giggles, Lollipop | 24 Comments
Tags: Balance, Children, Family, Kids, Motherhood, Multitasking, Parenting, Travel
Last week, I put Lollipop, Giggles, and Husband on a plane. They were bound for South Dakota, ice cream parlors, pizza parlors, time with their grandparents and great-grandparents, and staying up way past their bedtime. I hugged and kissed them goodbye. Then hugged them again.
As they walked into the airport, Giggles carrying his mouse and Lollipop dragging her pink sparkly carry-on bag, I knew they were headed on a grand adventure. I knew they were with the person I trust most in this world to care for them. I knew they would be back in just five days. I only cried a little.
Then There Were Two
I drove home with Bun and sat in my quiet house. I napped in the middle of the afternoon. I made a really long, really ambitious to-do list.
Over the course of the weekend, I sorted toddler clothes a friend had passed along. I washed, dried, folded, and put away laundry … all in the same day. I cleaned my bathroom. I even remembered to take the trash can out to the curb on garbage pick-up day.
I spent two hours at Target, where I browsed the greeting cards instead of grabbing the first decent one. I took boxes of paper and cardboard to the recycling center. I went to the mall.
I accidentally put a pretend cookie from their play kitchen in the washing machine. I rescued a pair of Giggles’s socks from behind the dryer and a matchbox car from under the couch. I noticed Lollipop’s Belle figurine on the living room table. (I left it there and smiled each time I passed by.)
I snuggled with Bun, watched movies on the couch, and indulged in a jar of Nutella. I enjoyed the silence.
Return to Sender
Today, they come home. They will bring piles of dirty laundry with them. Their voices and footsteps will echo off the hardwood floors as they giggle and thunder through the house. They will discard trains and teacups, and I will step on them.
I will once again try to squeeze in a few moments between bottles and board books to crank out a passable blog post. To send birth announcements and write thank-you notes. To catch up on e-mail.
There won’t be enough time for it all. My to-do list will get longer. I will need more sleep than I’m getting.
But my family will be home. Together. Loud. Messy. Perfect.