Wow, first off let me start by saying I'm *really* glad we do not keep track of our age in hours. I am approx 246072 hours old...sounds horrid!
Back to the main point. The kids have been with grandparents for just 31 hours. A mear blip on 246072 hours of life, yet for some reason my heart is just hurting for them tonight.
Today was great. We slept in until 10am (haven't done that since college I'm quite sure), ate 2 *simple, easy clean up* meals, cleaned a bit, and got work done. In all that peace and quiet I find myself simply missing the chaos. The constant need, the loud laughter and noses to wipe.
Its only been a day. How is it that my heart can be so connected to something that after being without for a day I feel I'm missing a part of myself.
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