I can't tell you the last time I was at home, alone in my own house. Until right now, that is! Oh my, it's such a strange, free-ing feeling! This morning I was up really early with our daughter, then couldn't go back to sleep after I put her back to bed, since my husband was snoring. So I got up and read, and by the time I was ready to go back to bed, guess who was babbling and ready to get up for the day, saying "ma ma" in her crib (for only the second time....who can resist her when she's finally calling my name???) So she got up and I was playing Mommy for a few hours while Daddy slept in.
Around 8 he finally came downstairs and I was sitting on the floor "playing" while our little one was whipping up some delicious concoction in her play kitchen. My playing involved sitting with my eyes closed and my chin in my hands trying to rest until she came bouncing over to me for me to taste what she had made and say, "Mmmmm!" He told me to go back to bed, so I did! He got her dressed and took her to his woodworking store, which is on the other side of town and always takes a long time. I slept for almost two hours, got up and took a shower, and they're still not home.
Uh oh, I take that back. The front door just opened. But boy, was it nice while it lasted!
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