Mom and Dad left this afternoon. After their airport shuttle turned and disappeared around the street corner, I cried my eyes out, called my bestie and demanded that she cheer me up (which she dutifully did).
Tomorrow it’s back to real life again. Back to diaper laundry. Back to meal planning. Back to errands. Back to cooking meals for 4. I miss my mommy and daddy. How lucky I am to have such amazing parents.
Lots to do this week. I’ve got a bucket load of organizing to do around the house and lots of budget stuff to get caught up on. Plus, I’m working on some funky fresh (that one’s for you, Alison) bloggy goodness which I hope to have ready to debut by week’s end. So yeah, my dance card is pretty full for the next few days. Which will hopefully help keep me distracted from the fact that a piece of my heart is now about 932 miles north of where I type this.