It’s a rare occasion that I’m not with my kids. When I’m not teaching, I’ll either be with Mr 4 (yes, he had a birthday during my absence from Hmmm…) or with all three of them. It’s an even stranger experience to get time with Hubby and with no kids… but that’s what I’ve had over the past two days.
It’s been heavenly! We left Thursday morning, headed down the Gold Coast for a break away from kids, from work, from commitments at home – and it’s only now, Saturday afternoon, that we’re heading home.
I’ve missed my kids. I’ve missed my little shoebox of a house. It’s been awesome reconnecting with Hubby again… but I’ll be glad to be home again. Squeeze my kids. Watch their faces as they open presents. You know. Be home again. And hear that word. “Mummy?”