Any time now my life as a single woman will come to an end. Okay, so really it ended seven years and two weeks ago, then it REALLY ended four and a half years ago, then it REALLY REALLY ended a year and a half ago. But on Friday night Abigail and Cooper slept and Jimmy's parents' house. Jimmy got out of bed at some point Saturday morning and left to go with the kids, his parents, his brother and his wife and their kids to go camping south of us. I felt a little guilty for not going ... not very, though.
The trip would have been fun, I have no doubt. But for the first time in 7 years I had 36 hours to myself! Saturday morning I slept until 11:30. I got out of bed, had a frozen pizza and scrapbooked. (I had cropped for about 3 hours the night before.) I went out with a friend to get baby shower supplies, then came home and cropped some more. Last night I went by myself and saw World Trade Center. Minot be the best movie to watch alone (the Minot thing is a family joke), but still a great movie. This morning I went to church by myself and went to out new Super Walmart by myself.
It's been nice to have such silence, but I've missed them, the people that bring noise and chaos into my life. I've missed the noise and chaos (but not between 10 p.m. Friday night and 11:30 Saturday morning.) I've missed the hugs and kisses and hysterical laughter. I haven't so much missed the poopy diapers, but Cooper had one for me as soon as he came home.
I've gotta go, I hear the bellowing of an old Blazer coming down the alley. I have great hugs coming.
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P.S. I asked Abby what the coolest thing about her trip was. She said, "The coolest thing was swimming in the lake. But the best thing was coming home to you."
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