Gone, long gone

The kids are gone!  The kids are gone!  The kids are GOOOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!!! 

Three whole days of quiet.  I can get all kinds of work done!  I have sewing projects.  I have painting projects.  I have organizing projects.

I have.... food poisoning.

Ugh!  So while kids are playing with Granny G and with all of my projects beckoning, I lay in bed.  Usually when they go, I like to get the whole house spotless, so that for 3 full days, I have a house without sticky floors, gunked up mirrors, or peanut buttered walls.  But here's it's been 30 full hours, the house is still a mess, no projects have been accomplished, and I'm still in my pajamas!

Maybe if I don't get everything done, it won't miss them as much.  I mean, I'll clean everything, then wander around growing nostalgic about how my Little Buddy likes to lick the full length hall mirror so there's a constant film across it.  Oh, that was so endearing.  I guess erasing all traces of them makes me feel like they -the kids themselves - have been erased.  What makes a home feel homier than splotches of hot cocoa on the floor?  How much personality can a bedroom without cardboard box dollhouses really have?  Then I can't wait for them to get back and pull all the pillows and blankets and sheets off my crisply made bed for a wrestling match. 

I'm so, so, SO thankful for good grandparents close by to give me sanity for 3 days.  But I'm glad when the insanity returns.  I'm very comfortable with my own insanity.  I'll hug them and kiss them and yell, "Stop licking that!"  I bet "normal" people don't get to yell that every day.