Home Sweet Home

I love to travel.  Really, I do.

But at this very moment, there is absolutely nothing that sounds better than the comfort of my own home. We have been out of town twice in the past three weeks - and honestly - it has been exhausting.

I have been dreaming of my own bed.  Wishing for my shower. Crying over my kitchen.

And, I haven’t even mentioned just how desperately my small people need to be back on a regular schedule……but you can sympathize, right?  You understand the magical combination created in children when they are lacking sleep, have had little to no discernible fruit and far too much sugar, are getting too used to being entertained by amazing sights, and haven’t seen their own beds in days?  Notsomuch fun.

But, I digress.

The truth is - I have many thoughts to share from our recent trip.  I mentioned that my little brother is no longer single. I now have the pictures to prove it.  I will post those tomorrow.

After I sleep in my very own bed. With my teddy bear.  And shower in my very own shower. And eat in my very own kitchen.

Turning a corner?

It is -15 wind chill today.

So…rather than subjecting myself or the kiddos to ANY portion of that ridiculous temperature, I opted for an inside day.

Now…’inside days’ have been especially challenging lately as the small people tend to get bored VERY quickly and no amount of destruction can typically keep them satisfied. But, today was different.

On an average day, I can expect at least 5 “Damey hit me’s” or “Damey pushed me’s”, a half dozen “Coopy won’t share’s” or “get off me’s”, punctuated by frequent yelling, tugging, throwing and the like.  However, today was strangely peaceful.

Is it possible?  Could the small people be turning a corner?  They have played trains, house, Care Bears and Barbies, pretended to be a clean up crew, created a ‘cushion pool’ out of my couch cushions, practiced writing, dressed up with all kids of hats and all-together, enjoyed each other’s company.

Wait a minute…is this heaven?  Oh….nope….one of the small people is crying (Daddy’s taking care of it)  She’s hurt, but ok.  It is her brother’s fault, or so she explains between hiccups.

At least I know we are still normal.  And, for the most part, they like each other.