I have some older posts to back blog... but I'll get around to that later.
Today, Rob and Evie come back home!
I'm excited.... and then not-so excited. :-)
Leaving Rob and Evie at the airport security gate was grueling. After holding her throughout the terminal.... smelling her hair and squeezing her hands in my anxiety of the pending good-bye's... I thought this time "off" would just be unbearable. Fortunately, the plan ride was outstanding. the new of Evie sleeping on Rob's lap the entire trip was music to my ears. I relaxed a wee bit.
The day they left I spent the morning at the coffee shop doing some work. After I dropped them off, I switched cars to give my car a wash, oil change and new headlights. I worked on my laptop at the garage and realized I'd never get through the HUGE and daunting list of things I thought I would accomplish while they were gone.
Dinner was leftovers (which stinks) and I ate it on the couch with no dirty little fingers trying to swipe something off the edge of my plate (which was awesome). I put my thinly stemmed wine glass on the coffee table... worry-free. I put toys away... and they stayed there. I watched the nightly news (in its entirety!) without missing one word (I didn't even need to turn on the closed-capture to hear over whining). And, after 8PM, I realized I could turn up the volume and all the lights since there was no fear of waking up a kid. It was all rather liberating. The simple things that made me a sane person were all back in my possession again... and it was FABULOUS!
I then painted the front door red (after wanting to do this for 5 years) and called it a night by leaving the paint supplies out. After all, no one would get into them the next morning!
Wednesday was leisurely getting ready for work since there was just me in the bathroom and no one to help with a breakfast waffle. After work, a drink with an old co-worker at a new bar.
Thursday, running late for work since I decided to really push it and hit snooze for half an hour. A post-work met-up with 3 gal-pals for seafood dinner and bottles of wine out at a great restaraunt. I then coaxed one of the girls to join me on the screened-in porch for another glass of wine before calling it a night.
Friday, my morning routine is like it was 10 years ago with me taking too long to get ready with little time to utilize. After work, mad errand running ensues: finally selling jeans to Plato's Closet, going to the mall to get a friend a gift certificate at Anne Taylor's The Loft (and me dashing through the sale items to find black pants and 2 shirts, score!), going to a wood furniture store and finding a pub set I want for our kitchen, and TJMaxx where I buy things I don't need but really want and finding a pretty scarf for a co-worker currently fighting breast cancer (she's in chemo and had to shave her head, awful, I know). Evie would NEVER have kept up with me without throwing a fit and I would have never accomplished all that in the 2 hours it took me. Who-hoo! There is nothing like an unchained mom to max out her free-time and to do it all amazingly well. We so rarely get these moments that we are masters at staying on target when the time calls.
I then quickly raced home to let out the dog, change clothes and drove to an old co-workers' house for taco night and wine. I stayed till midnight (a mom would never do this knowing she had to get up the next morning to deal with a very active toddler who doesn't understand the need for periodic quiet-times).
So, here we are to today. Saturday. I haven't even looked at the itinerary for the flight's arrival yet. I know they leave Ohio at 1PM so I have until then to look at it, *wink*. Until then, Beastie Boys will be playing while I rifle through the entire house for a yard sale next weekend. I hope this takes me 1/3 the time I have allotted (cause, again, my time tables are all inflated to include an active kid reaching for my finger to go read in the corner with her). I'm planning on eating something out for lunch... some place Rob would never agree to go to... before heading to the airport for my life to return to normal.
Having my old life back again was like a head trip down memory lane (and very fun doing all the things I never have the complete freedom to do anymore!) but I do miss story time and getting tight hugs around my neck.
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