Mothering Many

At least here. And I am sure in most other places, too. I think we were among the last to go back. The house decompresses regularly at 7am when the bus arrives and quiet reigns until 4pm. I miss them, but I’m able to get a lot of stuff done on the days I don’t work. What I DON’T MISS is saying “stop that” every three minutes!

What I do miss is the easy summer laundry. Since they have to wear only certain colors of shirts and breeches, and I want them to look decent for school each day, I have to do a lot more sorting.

I also miss the laughter and joking that went between the “stop that”s, but DaBaby is still here, so we are getting in a few good times with just the two of us. Lemonade from lemons, right?