We made it home from New York safe and sound. We had a wonderful time. Just wonderful. :) It was exactly what I needed - a BREAK, and we mixed up laying around doing nothing with hanging out and seeing things. It was a perfect balance.
The wee one stayed here with Grandma whilst we were gone. He did really well. So well he barely even seems to notice that I’m here this morning. He’s just running about his routine. :) That’s really good. It makes me happy.
It’s hard to go from crazy fun freedom in the city to no car housebound toddler watching. Not that one’s better than the other or anything - they’re just completely different things, and the adjustment is rather steep. I’m doing okay, just a little shell shocked. 
Life is just really crazy right now. The boy’s work is going non-stop, to the point the boy can’t really stop either. The baby is SO labor intensive. RIght now he’s bringing his legos out on the deck to play with…because the first five loads of toys evidently didn’t cut it. :) Church is weird, all my friends are scattering away from our old church. I’m not quite sure what to do with all that change and talking. I do know the new place we’re going seems fun and vibrant, and I’m hoping it’s what the plan is, but I’m not sure.
I miss New York. I miss the simplicity of the days together with my husband. I miss my husband. I miss my husband.
I’m sure tomorrow will feel more normal. Today just feels strange, and unfriendly, and quiet. I miss sirens, and honking, and the hum of the city.
