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The best part about leaving…

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is coming home.

Dan gave me a huge gift this weekend. He sent me away for a weekend. Alone. Sort of a final fling before the baby is born. I headed out to my mom’s house on Saturday morning, after serving up donuts to the girls to soften the blow of my walking out the door, suitcases in hand.
Usually, I feel like a zombie when I go somewhere without the girls. Like some part of me is missing, or I’ve forgotten something. It’s even to the point where I have to think through where my children are: "okay, Molly, your children are playing at their Pa’s house. You didn’t forget them, tear-stained cheeks, standing in the driveway."
My mom and I shopped til we dropped. I spent all last week getting every lick of laundry in the house done and put away. (probably the third time in my career as a mother.) And I went through all the girls clothes, putting away the too smalls, so that I had a good list in hand of the things they needed.
My other goal was to get a lot of baby shopping done. But I became paralyzed once I got out there– by the amount of what I needed, the not knowing girl/boy, and the amount of choices once I got there–so baby shopping is on the back burner again. (Probably until I’m having contractions and running around trying to buy a three-pack of onesies and a carseat.)
But the time away was wonderful. Watching too much TV, not having to squeeze my errands in between naps, eating dinner and only being faced with the decision of what time I’m going to bed, instead of the task of putting two girls to bed.
However, with all its relaxing and reading and recovering, I was ready to come home. I can only stay away so long before I really start to miss my little family. I was greeted with lots of hugs–the staggered kind–like hug mom, talk to her, hug her again, tell her how much you miss her, need to just hold her hand and know she’s home…
I was also greeted by lots of gifts-a clean house and a fully-prepped baby room from Dan, ready to be painted. And lots of decorated hearts and painted popsicle sticks from the girls. And they’re still being churned out this morning. I have a tumbled-over pile on my desk.
It feels good to go away for just a bit. But it feels even better to want to come home. 

P1010003_18

is coming home.

Dan gave me a huge gift this weekend. He sent me away for a weekend. Alone. Sort of a final fling before the baby is born. I headed out to my mom’s house on Saturday morning, after serving up donuts to the girls to soften the blow of my walking out the door, suitcases in hand.
Usually, I feel like a zombie when I go somewhere without the girls. Like some part of me is missing, or I’ve forgotten something. It’s even to the point where I have to think through where my children are: "okay, Molly, your children are playing at their Pa’s house. You didn’t forget them, tear-stained cheeks, standing in the driveway."
My mom and I shopped til we dropped. I spent all last week getting every lick of laundry in the house done and put away. (probably the third time in my career as a mother.) And I went through all the girls clothes, putting away the too smalls, so that I had a good list in hand of the things they needed.
My other goal was to get a lot of baby shopping done. But I became paralyzed once I got out there– by the amount of what I needed, the not knowing girl/boy, and the amount of choices once I got there–so baby shopping is on the back burner again. (Probably until I’m having contractions and running around trying to buy a three-pack of onesies and a carseat.)
But the time away was wonderful. Watching too much TV, not having to squeeze my errands in between naps, eating dinner and only being faced with the decision of what time I’m going to bed, instead of the task of putting two girls to bed.
However, with all its relaxing and reading and recovering, I was ready to come home. I can only stay away so long before I really start to miss my little family. I was greeted with lots of hugs–the staggered kind–like hug mom, talk to her, hug her again, tell her how much you miss her, need to just hold her hand and know she’s home…
I was also greeted by lots of gifts-a clean house and a fully-prepped baby room from Dan, ready to be painted. And lots of decorated hearts and painted popsicle sticks from the girls. And they’re still being churned out this morning. I have a tumbled-over pile on my desk.
It feels good to go away for just a bit. But it feels even better to want to come home. 

22 comments on “The best part about leaving…”

  1. Oh, you made me smile. I’m glad you got away, and I’m even more happy that home is such a wonderful place for you to return to… Have a great week with those darling girls of yours!

  2. i am so happy for you! when sammi first came home, i was so consumed with her i needed some Me Time! but, as soon as i would get some..i would be missin’ her so hard! :)i am back to the land of the living blogger and it’s good to catch up with all that is going on in your life!!!loves!!stephanie

  3. Awww!How fun! I love that you aren’t finding out what you are having. Relax, enjoy the time you have left before baby comes and if baby comes before the carseat is bought, just have someone buy one before you go home from hospital.

    My son was early, so early I hadn’tpacked anything or installed the carseat. Off we went to the hospital and I just let everyone take care of me. We were supposed to move the next weekend and while I was in the hospital all our friends moved our stuff to our new place!

    When I found out I was pg with my daughter I pack for the hospital that week, lol!

  4. What a thought-filled gift from your hubby. Glad you enjoyed it. Nothing helps you appreciate your family more than having a bit of a respite.

  5. Sounds like you had a great weekend!

    I love reading your blog – I found you through Melissa (wishes~dreams~love) and again through SouleMama.

    You’re a great inspiration to me!

  6. I am so glad you had your time. It sounds so delightful and you can tell in your words you feel refreshed. It probably feels like a load has been lifted and loose ends have been tied.

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