Finally... quiet. I've been waiting for this. The girls are back in school. The eldest has been back for several weeks now, and our second born has been asking daily when she gets to go to big girl school. Well now it is here, she gets her wish, and I get mine. Right? I have been saying for weeks now that I was ready. Ready for the girls to be back in school and for a routine to begin again. Not because I do not want them around of course, but there is just so much to do and so little time. It's hard doing all of that "to do stuff" with three children.
And so the routine is back, just like I wanted. So why is everyone happy and content but me? Why am I standing in the doorway of the playroom wishing I were watching the girls put on their princess crowns and shoes? Why am I sad to be cleaning up the mess they left in the playroom? All I am doing is wishing it were still messy. Who cares if it clean? It is not supposed to be clean! It is supposed to have two little girls in it, and it doesn't. Just me.
Life with these two is precious. It's glittery and sparkly. It's full of drama and play. It's lovely and promising and hopeful and innocent...all the kinds of things that life should be with two little girls in the house. They are some kind of wonderful, and now they are spending their days somewhere else. What a treasure box our homes are as mothers, and now my treasure box is a little quieter. I wish is wasn't. The chairs in the playroom are empty, and I wish they weren't. So for now, Thomas and I intend to sit expectantly in them until their rightful owners come home.