I got to stay up late.
I got many hours of uninterrupted sleep without having to make multiple trips to other people’s rooms in the middle of the night.
I got to sleep in as late as I wanted (which, as it turns out, is 8:30am).
I took a leisurely shower each morning and not once did anybody come running in the room to announce MAMA MAMA, HEY I CAN SEE YOUR BUTT!
I got caught up on work (well, mostly).
I cleaned the kitchen Friday and IT’S STILL CLEAN.
I cleaned the playroom yesterday and IT’S STILL CLEAN.
And most amazingly, I cleaned the living room 2 hours ago and IT’S STILL CLEAN.
I did laundry, dishes, photo editing, updating and worked on a few personal projects. I even vacuumed the main floor and 3 flights of stairs. All without interruption or fits of tears because the vacuum is too loud.
I took the dog on a 2-mile walk without anybody saying MAMA I’M TIRED, CARRY ME.
I have enjoyed 48 hours of QUIET. Well, except for my music, which has been on constantly.
Despite the productivity, it was a weekend of indulgence. And I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.
In a few hours, my house will be a wreck again. The decibel level will approach Intolerable approximately six times per hour. And once again my life will be subject to the demands of two little people as the onslaught of our weekly routine begins.
But tonight I won’t have to go to bed alone. And there will be no shortage of sweet cheeks to kiss and tummies to tickle. And my heart will do that little jumpy thing each time I hear “Mama, I missed you!”
Yes, it’s time to have my family back.