If it were any more desolate around here, there would be tumbleweeds. Seriously, what kind of horrible blogger am I, anyway?
I do have an excuse. The kids are at BJ's mom's for a couple nights (we dropped them off yesterday and we'll pick them up tomorrow) and it is so very very quiet and weird here. I had a horrible time getting to sleep last night. "My chicks are not in my nest!" I told BJ (it turns out that he was asleep at the time).
One would think that I would enjoy sleeping without Mary Grace steamrollering me out of the bed, and without Claire squeezing my upper arm flab, but instead I just laid there and missed them. I am such a dork.
When your kids aren't home, you don't miss the whining and the constant requests and the fighting. You don't even remember those things unless you try. You miss the hugs and kisses and tickles. You miss how Claire says, "round and round the gar-den," as she circles your palm with her tiny index finger, then says, "two step, two step," as she steps up your arm to tickle and make you laugh. And you miss the hilarious things that Mary Grace says... The latest example was when BJ was installing their carseats in his mom's car, and Mary Grace looked around the garage and said, "Daddy, Grandmother has a big ladder and a little ladder, and she has a hose. Grandmother must be a firefighter!" I just love the way her mind works! You miss the sound of their laughter.
I know they're having a super time. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of spending the night at my grandma's house. We would bake and sew, and my aunt Julie and I would sing "oldies" and dance around the kitchen. I made them watch Mary Poppins a thousand times. These memories they're creating are so good and wholesome and healthy - and it's nice for BJ and I to have some time alone together, too. We went out to dinner and a movie last night, and we went out for dinner again tonight. Two dates in a row? Two dates per quarter is our usual!!
It's good for all of us.
Still, when they called this evening to say goodnight, I wasn't saying, "I'll see you soon!" to reassure them. It was for me.