As any mom can attest, being alone in your own house is... eerie.
And oddly enjoyable.
Today I dropped the kids off and they ran to their groups with nary a backward glance.
Even my three year old didn't look back.
I don't know whether to be proud. Or cry. Or both.
Instead, I'll post some pictures of a place we recently found:
The Dad and The Big Girl on the bench.
The Boy is in red...
It's called "Chutes and Ladders." It's on a wonderful park with a lot of bike/running/dog walking trails in the summer and cross country skiing trails in the winter. They have canoe and kayak rentals as well as a snowboard area. Both summer and winter recreation. Can't beat that. The kids had a great time.
My husband and I had the 'could you imagine if we'd seen a place like this as kids?' discussion. Is that a sure sign you're getting old? Thinking about "The good old days?"
Also in my quiet time, I went for a run. Just three miles, but it's pretty warm today - 85 (stop laughing Joansy and Mitzi) and the humidity's around 69%. Steamy.
It's taking me awhile to stop sweating.
As soon as I do, I'll hop in the shower. And no one will knock on the door. Or try and use the toilet. Or generally harass me.
Noon. I pick them up at noon...