Last night I returned from being out of town for nearly a week. I had enjoyed my time out on production (see post #265 and #267). It was an incredible experience and one that I would never forget. I had to say, though, there was nothing better than the feeling I had walking into my home last night. My boys were there, already in their pajamas giddy with excitement upon my return. I was attacked with hugs and kisses. My youngest squawked loudly with enthusiasm and my oldest couldn't get close enough to me. I attempted to ease back into the typical routine offering snacks and a show as we weren't far away from their bed time. I think they were a little too excited though. After a while, I got my youngest settled in bed and that just left my three year old. Recently he seemed to require a little more in going to bed. He wanted to watch a show. And then he decided to change his pajamas. Then there was usually a diaper. And finally after multiple attempts to get him down, he just started begging for me to lay down with him. This was usually the hardest part for me as I craved just a little time to myself. Often I had not even eaten dinner yet by this time and I wanted to unwind a little on my own before bed. And last night was no different. I had just returned home. I had to work the next day. I had to unpack. I was in no way settled. But none of that really mattered last night. There was nothing that could keep me away from my little guy. So while I wasn't ready to go to sleep yet, I cuddled up next to my son and slowly drifted to sleep. It was so good to be home.
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