Whoever wrote that article claiming that time away from your children is a bad idea is crazy. CRAZY.
Last night, I was greeted at the airport by my little family. Poor Kyle had a raging ear infection. (lovely) and Chandler woke up this morning and looks like he is following suit. But, in the car, it was all smiles, hugs, and giggles. Especially from my little Chandler who laughed over and over practically the whole car trip home. My husband told me after kids were all tucked into bed how much he appreciates all that I do for our family because it is really hard. (Ya think?)
So here I am back home with my little peeps. The laundry had to be done. Sick kids had to be held. And, I’ve been having a great day. I have just enjoyed being with my kids so much that I realized that being away from them was a good thing. Not a detrimental thing. Not that anyone actually believed that crazy talk.
Avery has been telling me that she missed me everyday while I was gone, and Kyle said last night as he was getting ready for bed that, “This is the best day ever!” The kid has an ear infection and a fever….but his Mommy came home, so he was happy. So am I.
The trip didn’t quite turn out like we had hoped. But, I loved being with my sisters. I always do. Sure we bicker, talk about our childhood issues, and overeat, but isn’t that what all sisters do? My poor sister Lindsey got deathly ill, but turns out it was supposedly just a virus. Flu maybe? We aren’t sure. But, hopefully she will recover soon.
We did manage to walk around downtown Philly one day. I have so many many MANY memories there. My husband and I lived there for 2 years. That’s where little Avery was born. We became a family in Philly. We were also going through graduate school which is a memorable experience all its own. We walked many miles around downtown Philadelphia back in the day, and I actually have to say I miss it a little. Even though I still will forever call it Filthadelphia.
I’m grateful for time. I’m grateful that I can look back at times that had their difficult moments (like graduate school, first pregnancy, being poor newly married people, having no friends close by, post-partum depression…all things that happened in Philly) and only remember the good moments. Mostly.
I’m truly grateful for my sisters. God knows that I needed them in my life. He was right. They are people that I don’t have to be fake with. I can be 100% myself. All the time. They are such a huge blessing in my life. So, even though we watched movies and old episodes of Catfish for most of the time, I still loved going.
We did manage to sneak in a little fun stuff too like pedicures, eating out, shopping, and squeezing my new adorable niece, Faye. And even though Lindsey was dying, I know in a few weeks I’ll look back at that experience too, and remember the good, not the bad.