Wow, tomorrow my husband comes home after being gone for a week. I have never appreciated him more or been more aware of my own shortcomings than ever this week. It truly takes two to do this tango.
I have the most precious babies, but this week has been a freak week of random viruses, poop messes, nose bleeds, broken dishes, cars that won’t start….any random thing you could think of that could go wrong has gone wrong…except nobody has thrown up. And if we experience another one of those “disappearing poop” episodes (where your kid poops but it comes out the side of the diaper on the floor and you find it later…yeah.), I might just throw up.
I have an amazing boss. He told me to stay home today since this week has been insane. So….I cleaned the house, washed the sheets, did every piece of laundry…then I decided to roam aimlessly around Trader Joe’s and Steinmart before coming home, drinking a glass of rose, and realizing I miss my babies…but as I was walking out the door to go pick them up an hour early, I decided to sit down and write.
I don’t like being alone I mean, being alone can be glorious…but during this season of life…I need babies in my space, a husband here to help me, and all the glorious refining that comes with the mess. I am a great landman and I do my job well. A day off is well deserved. I’m a friend who loves deeply but you may not see me often. I am a daughter who tries to check in as much as I can. I am a beautiful mess.
I am who I am without apologies. I’m 33 and I’ve grown into my skin with all the age spots, grey hair, and extra pounds…I am better with my babies and with my husband.
Cheers to a clean house and a few hours of quiet. Now time to go love on my wild and crazy boys.
Wandering Heart Bound 