I'm always a little blue on Mondays. I miss my man. I miss not looking at the clock. I miss little girls jumping on their daddies and squealing. This weekend was packed full of nothing. The best kind of weekend. Viv and I had plans to visit my dad but at the last minute her cold turned into my cold, which prevented me from wanting to travel. Instead we just stayed home literally all weekend. Is there such a thing as toddler agoraphobia? If so, Viv has it. She NEVER wants to leave. "But I love my home mommy.."
A welcome reminder of what we've worked so hard to build.