After nearly a week with everyone at home, it was with many yawns and heavy hearts that most of the family headed back to work and school today.
I was sorry to see them go; this was, for me, one of our best holiday breaks ever. We didn’t do anything. Seriously, it was a festival of sloth and all-day pajamas, most of the time. I was working through it, but that was fine. The kids relaxed. Monkey unwound a little. Chickadee worked on various school projects and slept late and chatted with her friends online. There was pie for breakfast, several times. For a few days I forgot that I was supposed to be stressed out and worried, because here in our little cocoon, everything was fine.
Today they’re all gone, again, and I miss them. The dog, however, watched everyone go and then immediately collapsed in a heap of relief here on my office floor. I’m pretty sure I heard her sigh as she descended into what was probably her first decent nap in a week.
Then the UPS guy showed up, and she leaped up to give him what for (I am not sure what “what for” is, but I suspect it sounds like a LOT of barking), and just like that, everything is back to normal.