What to do

Its been 7 years since I was pregnant with my first.  Seven years of no sleep, changing diapers, baby food, feeding everyone but myself, poop, drool, bottom wiping, chasing and non-stop noise.  I have loved every minute (mostly ; ).

This weekend is the first week the boys are camping.  Its just me and Marin (the fury one) hanging at home.  The house is silent.  Almost eerie.  Yet still echoing the energy that was here just hours ago with the hustle and bustle of them packing to leave.

I remember thinking when the boys were younger...I'm putting my time in now and one day Shane will take the boys camping and I'll have a whole weekend to myself!  What to do, what to do...

So tonight I picked up all the toys.  I cleaned the dishes and put the laundry away.  The house is tidy.  Ahhhh....it may just stay that way for two consecutive days.  First time in seven years.

I edited photos for work...uninterrupted.  I took the dog for a walk without having to drag the kids in tow or worry about someone being here to watch them while I'm out of the house.

I drank a 1/2 bottle of red wine while snacking on dark chocolate drizzled popcorn.

what to do....

Tomorrow I fully intend to sleep in.  Only waking up to read, do my Bible study, browse magazines, sip hot tea and maybe take a bubble bath.

Yoga. Yes....yoga.

I have dinner reservations with a girlfriend from high school I haven't seen in years.  Better yet...we're meeting at a vineyard.  Outside.

Sunday I plan to either go to church, or stream it in the comfort of my pj's.  Get the fall decor out so the boys are excited when they come home.  I'll cook a hearty, warm meal.  I'll pull the bins of fall clothes from the hand-me-down tubs in the basement and revamp/organize the closets.

I'll start Monday fresh and new.

First time in seven years.

Seven.




And I'm already missing them.
What to do....