A friend stopped by tonight to bear firsthand witness to the ongoing projects. I do believe that a
facebook status update of mine had her worried that I was going a bit stir crazy lately, so after sharing some pizza with us and heading to get some
Rita's (YUM!!), she and I took a little field trip to my favorite place in town. Target, of course. This left lovely hubby to do the bedtime routine on his own, while I spent some time leisurely wandering the aisles,
(unsuccessfully) looking for some accessories for our new green living room. Upon coming home, I was informed that the two older munchkins hadn't quite nodded off yet, so I could go up to say good night. When I snuggled with Red for a minute, this was the unforgettable exchange we had:
Red: How did you get here?
Me: Remember, I went out with L?
Red: But how did you get here?
Me: In her car.
Red: Ohhh... she dropped you by and then she leaved?
Me: Yup, she went to her own house.
Red (with the most serious tone that a two year old can muster): Oh, thank you Mommy for coming back! I really, really, really love you, Mommy.
So apparently, after a crazy week like this one has been, when Mommy goes with a friend to Target, there's the fear that I'll never come back. I don't know if that should sadden me to the core, or if I should feel extremely loved. Perhaps a little bit of both.
So not running away from this wonderful life,
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