Ahhhh.... I have pumpkin bread in the oven, my Playlist going, and I am reading the blogs I love to follow. In the house.
This is my first "real" day without the kiddos. Johnny had his first real day yesterday, but I went with Mikey to his first day. We were there for just about an hour, played with puzzles and playdough, and then came home. Mikey "helped" me clean my craftroom (which is fitting, seeing that he is the one that destroyed it) but it still has a way to go. I have moved my poor craft room all over my house. It has been in the basement, the guest room, the "office"... and half the time I end up crafting in the kitchen anyway... but I need a place to store my goodies, you know? Unfortunately, my darling boys are fascinated by all my goodies. They like to stack them. And dump them. And walk on them. And....
You get the idea.
I finally installed a hook and eye locky latchey thing on my craft door. No boys allowed. I had one of those baby door handle things over the knob to try to deter my little destructors, but they were too clever for me. They just figured how to tear that off and get in and have their way with my crafts :( Sundays, when I am at the Farmer's Market, was their favorite day to do a little breaking and entering while Daddy watched them. But no more! They are locked out, baby!
At least until they realize they can team up, find a chair to climb, have one spot the other, and unlatch the hook.
But until then, I think my sanctuary shall be safe. I still have some crafty corpses to dispose of, but my goal today is to get my room completely in order and get cracking on a custom order that is long overdue...
While I am celebrating my alone time, I have to admit I got teary after putting Johnny on the bus this morning. Mikey's bus comes at an ungodly 6:50am, and he grumbled at me and was basically ticked off, so there was no Hallmark moment for us this morning. Johnny and I had to be at the bustop at 7:15am, and as we walked, Johnny looks up at me, and says, "Can we talk about Halloween, Mama?"
Then he turns to look at me. A giant smile on his face, he puts one palm on the glass and waves with his other hand. The bus pulls away, and I can still see that little hand and his bright blue coat. The bus goes down our street, and I start bawling my face off. I cried all the way home.
playlist which is heavy on songs from the best show on television, Glee. It makes me feel better.