Every year I look forward to "kidless week," that week where my mom takes all three for a week, or about a week. Jay and I use the time to do at least one household project involving paint and ladders, and I try to get caught up on some stuff. We eat out (so, so rare for us) and when we don't, it's easy to feed one person, to make sure there's something for him to fix instead of enough to feed the army.
This year we painted the hallway going up the steps which I. have. hated. since we moved in here four years ago.
It looks delightful.
Then we hung things on the wall going upstairs because I haven't wanted to while the wall was a flat-paint-scuffed-unsightly mess. I think the last people who rented this house just took the upstairs furniture to the top of the stairs and pushed it down the steps when they moved out. Anyway, we got the new family photos up in the living room, some photos moved to the stairs, and the newly framed picture of my folks up in the stairway - an EXCELLENT photo taken several years ago. My dad looks fabulous in it (sniffle sniffle).
I also cleaned, finally replaced the kitchen rugs that I am so very very tired of, I crafted some, and I finished the wall hangings for the bathroom.
And I worked 52,000 hours.
And made a new Weight Watchers dish this week - quinoa and spinach.
I went to the library right before it closed one night and found two books by two new authors.
But I am so ready for the kids to be back. I miss them. I miss their faces. I miss Joshua sitting on my lap first thing every morning when he wakes up, the way Hannah checks on you to see if you're OK, the faces Sarah makes when she first gets up and sees all the activity from the rest of us who have been up for hours before she makes a beeline to the couch and resumes the prone position changing channels every three seconds.
How do people without children deal with all this quiet? And what will I do when it's quiet for good?
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