Mimi and Poppa have escaped the FL heat and are settled back to their NC cabin. Scott and the girls took the opportunity to get in a little spoiling that only Mimi can provide. I, however, just wasn't up for the voyage. Since my belly and I remain on the couch potato list, we decided to man the house and rest a bit.
What could be better. I will be a mom of three in just three short months. This was my chance for alone time and a bit of quiet solitude. I guarantee after October this is house will never be quiet again. Even if no one is home, I'm sure there will be a TV or radio left on at a blaring level. As for alone time, I doubt that will happen again until 2028 (the year we hope to send Lil' Jr. off to college).
I did indulge a bit this weekend. I rented three movies - none from the "Family" section - none with a G rating. And I actually watched all three. I also went out for dinner and coffee with two girl friends at real restaurants - no crayons - no french fries - no indoor playgrounds involved. I didn't do any laundry or use enough dishes to warrant running the dishwasher.
But truth be told, I was a bit lonely. This house doesn't feel like my home unless kids shows are blaring on the TV and Goldfish crackers are being consumed by the truckload. Even while I was sprawled on couch watching my chick flicks, I was sad to miss the fun in the mountains. By the time Scott arrived home on Sunday afternoon, I was homesick. Not homesick for my house, I never left - but homesick for my home. The one that is loud and dirty and full of kid chaos.
Talk to me next year, and I'm sure I will be begging for a weekend alone again. But right now, I am happy that everyone is home. I missed them.
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.