It's Thursday now. I got home late and carried two sleeping babies into bed and tucked the third one in, still wiping away goodbye tears. I'm having a bit of a Mama-hangover today, but the coffee is helping. I know you already read my title, but let's put on our backward glasses and recap the last few days of Grandma's visit shall we?
We did the normal and the holiday things; gluing, reciting, preparing for a skating bash.
Jumping at my brilliant husband's plan, we dined on Mexican food and frozen yogurt Monday night. We ate out a lot while Mom was here. More than usual, but that's ok. It was like vacation for us too.
Valentine's Day was super special. Super busy, but super special. We toted our boxes and bags full of Valentines to the skate rink and exchanged them with 100 other skating homeschoolers. We left with only a few bruises. Mom and I chose our wheel-less shoes; she was afraid and so was I...my back would have broke in half. It's feeling much better now though :)
Even though I would have loved crawling into my bed at 5pm, the day was not over yet...we had not sucked every bit of sweet honey from it yet.
Noah's birthday is coming up in the next couple of weeks. One of his big concerns with moving was that his Gma and Gpa wouldn't be at his party. To his surprise, we threw a very merry UNbirthday party for him. A sort of Valentiney UNbirthday party...complete with Frank Sinatra, spaghetti and meatballs, frosted cupcakes, candles, presents from Grams, and a side of Lady and the Tramp.
He grinned from ear to ear and told us how he didn't really like all the attention ;)
We all reminisced together, telling him the stories he's heard a hundred times about the day he was born...
about how Grandpa Bill couldn't stand waiting and drove a million miles per hour to wait in the waiting room for Noah to come.
About how his daddy, Jarrod, drove Mommy nuts while he tried to eat M&M's while she was in labor and the crinkling of the paper heightened her contractions a thousand percent!
We told him how excited we were to have a baby and how sweet he was and is and what a amazing older brother his.
I had a special toast for Noah.
Tuesday, the 14th, marked the 10th anniversary of my last day at a real job. Remember those?? The ones where you get a paycheck?? I was in college working at a flower shop and Valentine's Day was my last day. Way to go out with a bang!, huh?? I had planned on going back to work...until 12 days later when I saw that face.
There was no way.
I was finished, ruined with love for life.
We toasted to Noah and I thanked him, yet again, for helping me find my inner mother and who I was meant to be.
To Noah, my guinnea pig baby...
we couldn't have let a cloud hang over Grandma's last day if we'd tried.
The day was gorgeous. We took her on one last hike around the neighborhood before we headed back to the big city...paused for a few more photo ops.
The airport scene was as expected; tear and hugs, hugs and tears.
We were that family in the airport.
Jack was the first to lose it, then Noah, then me...Sophia, forever in her own realm, was doing plies across the floor.
The reminder of their next planned trip, this time with both grandparents, was our saving grace...our something to look forward to...and we trudged back home.
Today is perfect for what it is today; a lazy day.
It's gloomy and overcast. We have nowhere to go. I'm about to go shower and put sweats on. I have a sick little girl in need of extra snuggle time, which works out great. School will consist of books on the couch and flashcards with leftover cupcakes.
My sweet Carissa texted me this morning forbidding me from making dinner, that she'd be over at 6pm with grub. She said I am to rest...I will not argue. She's very bossy about things like that ;)
It's Thursday, and today is all about Thursday.
I drove off with my tired babies into the beautiful Atlanta skyline, talking to Jarrod on the phone about yet another change coming up quick, and realized this: each day's trouble really is enough for that one day. We can't look too far ahead and we can't stay stuck back on Monday. If we do, we'll never move on. I want to look back on the happy, learn from the mess-ups, and focus on the present.
Cheers to Thursday, sweet friends.