On my way home..

The past four days I've been off, doing something I've never done before in my married with kids life. I bet you just can't guess what it is.

Yep, I finally left all the chit-lins with John and took off on a jet plane to see some of my favoritest people of all time. I slept in, ate out, WATCHED. TV. (something I haven't really done in years - and I still think it's a little overrated), surfed the internet to my hearts content (thanks to my new favorite friend that starts with Ap and ends with ple), rubbed someone else's big pregnant belly and laughed and talked for hours about how that belly changes everything, studied for my final in A&P in a very literal sense (a real, live autopsy thanks to my Crime Scene Technican sister) and gabbed, gabbed and gabbed to my hearts content. It's been fun and definitely too long coming.

But now I'm headed home to where I need to be. I have a little baby (boy) with a sore, sore bum (through no fault of those taking care of him- really, his dada did a great job) that needs a mama to hold and kiss him. I have another little boy who is way too cool to have talked to his mama the whole time she was gone so I have no idea what he's been up to. And I have one little girl who misses me so much she called me to tell me to come home through the phone so she could cuddle with me. Oh, yes, and I have one big, big boy who I need although I'm pretty sure he's doing just fine without me.

So home I go, but it's nice to know they do need and want me after all.