The two boys I left behind
Today I returned home from a 24 hour mini-vacation at my sisters house. No husband, no kids. Just me.
It was heaven. There was no one disturbing me in the bathroom, no little hand pulling at the shower curtain or playing with the toilet roll. No small person waking me up or asking to be fed this morning, no diapers, no one to dress but myself.
I slept in. My sister made me pancakes and I read the newspaper. I checked my emails without having to discuss with a little person whether or not to watch an episode of Postman Pat.
We went shopping and I didn't have to pack bottles, diapers, pacifiers or toys. No worrying whether I could get the buggy into a certain store or whether any small boys would turn over the window display. It was so relaxing.
We went to Ikea. Again no big changingbag, bottles to heat up, diapers to change, no fussy baby or a argumentative toddler wanting to explore the store on his own.
It was total freedom.
Almost to the point of being a little confusing and overwhelming.
And it was so good to return home again. To open the door to Samuels room and hear him laugh from joy when he saw me. To wake up little Magnus and just hold him for a long time.
By the way, I am certain he grew while I was gone!
Those little boys are the best.
That doesn't mean, however, that I wouldn't mind a little more privacy in the bathroom. Or pancakes and the newspaper in the morning.
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