So here I sit, at 9:30am Sunday morning, in a quiet house. My parents and sister have loaded the minivan and pulled out of the drive way just a few minutes ago. The big boys (can't believe I will now refer to them as that but they do have new roles in life) have changed out of their jamies and are headed to the gym with daddy. Christian and I sit here alone, saddened. But it is me, the big baby, shedding the tears. All though Connor did cry pretty hard too. On the one hand I am ready to start my new reality, after 2 1/2 weeks of lots of help and extra hands. On the other hand, I am freaking out!!! OK, so it is helping a little that I turned on the TV to TBS to find one of my lover's movies on. Nothing can cheer you up faster than a little Texas accent of Mathew McConaughey. Mom who??? Just kidding, he's not THAT good!
Today will be the clean up day and trying to get settled and formulate some sort of routine in my mind that we will now follow for the last couple of weeks of the year. Then at the first of the year we, hopefully, will be back in our old routine that includes the gym every morning. This role of jiggle on my belly is making me more depressed. This afternoon we are hoping to do something outside and special with the kids, as it will be a nice day and the last one before we are back into our same ol' routine.
Wish us luck and keep us in your prayers as we all make the adjustments and "crazy mom" resurfaces again. I will post later on all our fabulous projects and special times over the last 2 weeks.