I am home. There is still great rejoicing, albeit silent and very suited to my poor introverted need for little to no interaction for the next year of my life.
Maybe not a year...maybe only a month or two.
The older boy was not yet asleep when I got home so I got to get a very long, very hard hug and instruction that I was not ever to go very far away for so long ever again. Warms the heart.
Then, of course, he wanted to know what I brought him. (Two books. He'll get them tomorrow.)
Tim told me (as if it was some sort of incredible revelation) that he could only really get things done after bedtime. I managed, barely, to refrain from responding with "Duh." That said, the house is surprisingly clean for me having been absent. Definitely a gold star for him.
Seeing how terrible 95 South was at 8 this evening as we got off at my exit I am incredibly glad that we have no Memorial Day weekend plans and that Tim is off tomorrow anyway.
I'm looking forward to oodles and oodles of time with my boys.
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