Home Again

To market to market

to buy a fat pig.

Home again

Home again

Jiggity Jig.

I feel like this nursery rhyme.

Home again, home again.

I was so excited to come home.

That I was pretty much dancing that jig.

I loved it.

Don't get me wrong.

Had a blast.

Renewed my energy.

Reinforced and strengthened my bonds with my sisters.

Laughed really really hard

at really really absurd things.

Slept in late

stayed up late.

Put make up on and did my hair

EVERY DAY.

But home is home.

And I like my clothing in my closet,

not in my suitcase.

Ryan did wonders with the house

and it was blissful to come into a clean kitchen

and then lay down with the kids

in a clean living room

and take a long nap.

The kids woke up grumpy and whiney

and I had to remind myself for a moment

that I had missed this.

But I did miss it.

All of it.

Even the snot, and the poop, and the whining.

Because that came along with

The squeals and the hugs

and sitting next to Cohen in the car

and having him pet me

and lay his head on my arm

and hearing him softly repeat

my mommy,

my mommy.

And then, he ate most of Holly's cinnamon roll,

and Kenna dumped my purse,

and all three were fighting over my water bottle.

It is

still

good to be home.


P.S. I was blogging from an iphone in Florida (I don't recommend this, convenient, but time consuming.) I have now uploaded pictures on all the Florida posts. Check them out.