We had a WONDERFUL vacation where we took a week and a half off from the world of telecom to drive 1000 miles up to Minnesota to visit Todd's folks in Rochester and Up North (any place North of the half-way mark in the state). We relaxed. We ate. We fished. We relaxed a little more. And then we drove home kidless to enjoy peace, quiet and no whining for a whole 3 weeks. And no kisses or sweet little hugs or soft whispers in the ear at bedtime that "I love you more than pancakes and Pokemon."
I haven't spent as much time on my torch as I had planned. But I'm not going to complain. I have re-painted BOTH of the kids bedrooms, spent much time cleaning out closets and dressers. But the most fun has been spending many evenings at the tennis courts watching my honeys do what he loves. When the kids are here, I NEVER get to see Todd play tennis. But now I can go watch him anytime he's playing. I can join in the guy humor and give teammates grief for wearing pink shoes. I can have a couple of beers with them after they're done playing. And then give them more grief for wearing pink shoes. They are fun & good group of guys, most of them married with kids, but ranging in age from mid 20s to late 50s/early 60s. These are my husbands friends. And I like them. All of them. And that feels good.
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