My kids are home, my kids are home, my kids are home.
In case you didn't hear me, my kids are home!!!
Craig and Stephanie came home for the weekend today. It was so nice to watch them walk in the door. The dogs were so excited. You couldn't wipe the smile off of Kaitlins face either, but she didn't try to jump on them or lick their faces.
Yesterday evening I called them to see when they would be arriving. After I hung up, I hollared, yes, hollared, its what we do, up to D that "Craig & Stephanie would be home somewhere between 6 and 7 pm tommorow night". Tassie who was curled up beside me, looked up at me expectantly. I told her that Stephanie and Craig are coming home. She wagged her tail. I asked her "Wheeeeerrrrrrre'ssss Stephaaaaaaanieeeeeeee?" like I used to many, many years ago to make her run around the house to find her.
She jumped off the couch and ran upstairs and looked for her, then she started sniffing around the front door and hung out there for a few minutes.
It was so cute, I called Stephanie back to tell her what she just did. As I was telling Stephanie, Tassie came back and jumped up into my lap and was trying to get my attention, so I put the phone to Tassie's ear and let Steph talk to her. She was so confused, I felt bad. Tassie is one smart dog, she knows when something is up and she never quite settled back down again. Now she has.
I never wanted to be one of those mom's whose whole lives were wrapped up in their childrens. I have my own idenity without them. I am comfortable in my home with them in their home 300 kms away. BUT, I am still so happy to have them here with me. Damn I miss them.
Life is good.
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Hey babe! That is the happiest blog ever. I am soooooo happy for you. Enjoy your time with them. I hear you asked for the day, chicken poop!! I miss you here. It's been busy but tolerable. See you soon. - Neesja
The guilt of asking for another day when it's so busy and there is so much crap piled up on my desk makes me feel guilty enough, there is no way I could call in sick unless I really was. Also, I don't want to be afraid to "go out and be seen".
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