Back in the saddle

I'm back!

I got home yesterday afternoon, cuddled with my kids, took David to swimming lessons, failed to keep a turd from rolling into my lap while changing a diaper (how long have I been changing diapers?!), put my kids to bed at the earliest possible time, and spent half the night awake with a coughing congested four-year-old who has a sore bottom.

Mary is taller, and her hair longer. She has been cuddly and clingy. But I'm not sure she missed me much.

But David did. A lot. He observed, "Mom, the days are different when you're not here." He also told me he had been worried I was going to have so much fun in Honduras that I wouldn't come back.

I did have so much fun. But I did come back.

Of course I came back.

I don't know how Greg can be that far away from his kids all of the time.

But I don't know how I can continue to be this far away from my husband.

It is time for our family to be back together.

Three more months. . .