Man, evenings are tough for me. That last hour, before the hub comes home from work... I am completely useless. My brain stops functioning or something. And when he finally does come home, all I want to do is shove the kids into his arms and escape somewhere to that private corner in my brain that's still just me. Not mom, not wife, not entertainer, not playmate, not diaper changer, bottom wiper, booger taker-offer. Just me and myself. (What do you do, though, when myself turns out to be not quite herself without all those other selves?)
Phew, but we had a lovely day today, mostly.
Little hands grabbing onto each other.
Big green blankets; playing peek-a-boo.
Hiccups and baby giggles.
Drawing masks and writing letters...
Walking... taps taps... dancing... more giggling.
A train ride in the starry sky.