…the kids will play. In this case, 5 of them. Unless you count the pets–then there are 7. I hate to imagine what my house looked like while I was gone, but I am told that it was cleaned up before I came home. (And you should have seen how it looked when I got back!)
I have the feeling that Cinderella fed her two youngest sisters junk food throughout the days I was gone. I haven’t asked if the kids had baths, but I’m not sure I want to know. Rapunzel said she brushed her own hair. I’m afraid to ask if Tinkerbell had her hair brushed at all. My place at the table had papers all over it, and the counters were a mess.
I’m thankful that, at the very least, they hid the majority of their mess from me. I’m pretty sure I would be sick from it. And I should be thankful that they survived three days without me. You know, a household just can’t run properly without Mom! (At least that’s what we think.)
I was blessed to speak to my family each night while I was away. Thank goodness. I couldn’t have made it through those three difficult days without hearing their voices. It was a long drive and a difficult trip emotionally. I’m still not back up to par. I’m not necessarily tired–just emotionally drained.
Needless to say, I had every intention of posting while I was away, but my laptop refused to hook up to my dad’s wireless, and I refused to write an entire post from my phone. The letters are just far too tiny and my fingers too big for a full-length post.
But, I am back. Hopefully I’ll have something of value to post next week.