It’s funny that someone noticed the drawing on the wall in this post. My walls may appear to be clean, white walls, but I must confess, if you look closely (or came over!), you’d see that there truly are evidences of 4 kids living here. This photo above shows True’s first mural work she did at age 3. It was done in marker, has faded over time, and obviously, we have never attempted to take it off. The dark marks (on the wall and carpet!) are one of Soul’s most recent abstract drawings. Her medium of choice? My lipstick. You can imagine how pissed off I was when I discovered their artwork (and I choose to use that word instead of mad because that probably accurately describes my feelings at that time). Thankfully, I can look back and laugh at it now. I miss True at age 3, and one day I’ll miss Soul at age 3 too.
Most of my week has been lived without the girls home. The two big girls went to stay with my BFF on Tuesday until Thursday, the two babies went to my to stay with my parents. Then on Thursday, all the girls ended up at my mom and dad’s house. I had something that I needed to take care of that required focus and not having to take care of anyone else, so off they went. It was strangely silent all week long. I didn’t even play music. During lunch, I would eat while watching a show on Netflix, but then I would resume my work in silence. I was relishing the silence.
Is it weird to say I liked the silence? I missed the girls, but it was nice to have some peace and quiet. As a mom, I kind of feel guilty saying that. I’m with the girls pretty much all the time and while it’s my choice to stay home and I do love it (most times), I was glad to have the break. It was nice to not have to play referee all day long or not have to worry about all the mouths to feed, or get mad at someone for not following the rules. Ben and I went on two dates. TWO! In one week! One even included dinner and a movie! It was all completely nice.
I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m not grateful. I love my girls and I’m so thankful for them. I’m thankful for the opportunity to love them, teach them, and serve them (though I admit I get cranky about it sometimes). I’m sure just like any other job, no matter how much you love that job, a break is welcomed and sometimes needed.
The girls come back today. I’m a little nervous for the fighting, the constant cooking (and dish cleaning), the sending of time-outs to resume, but these are all also the same things I will be crying to have back in about 20 years. I know that this time will go fast and my heart will be aching to go back in time one day. The break was nice, but I’m ready to have my girls home again. I missed them a whole lot! Come home girls, mommy’s ready for you!