Alone

I've been flying solo this week. Both with and without the boys in the house. I won't lie, I've really enjoyed the nights that I came home to a completely empty house. Let me rephrase, empty and clean house. Seriously, I was on Cloud 9. But now that my time alone has come to an end, I'm kind of excited about getting my guys back in the house. I like the noise, messiness and all out crazy that they bring. 

I've always had this image that I would have a busy household but I would love every minute of it. Now that that image is slowly becoming a reality, I realize that it isn't always enjoyable in the moment.

I can't help but think about a few months ago. I had come home to a house turned upside down. The dog had cut her foot and who knows what outside and B was trying to get J down for bed. We spent 3 hours trying to get her cleaned up all while trying to keep J asleep. After things settled down, we headed to bed and basked in the silence. A tiny crunching sound started up from the hallway. I was worried we were hearing a mouse and then suddenly remembered that I forgot to get cat food on the way home and we decided to feed him Captain Crunch instead. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. 

So yes, while having a 2 year old is crazy difficult and the silence of an empty house is music to my ears, I couldn't imagine being happier any other way. I've had a few nights alone and I'm over being alone with my thoughts. I can't wait to have my boys back tomorrow. This is where we all belong.

Can we go back to this size?

-W