Oh my goodness. Is this what a day off feels like? Weekends always come with their own agenda; today, I slept in, we went to the art museum, finished wrapping presents, I took a nap, we started packing to leave tomorrow...
I like this. I'll start missing my kids in a few days. (They called me last night, because Patrick wanted to make sure I had shown V my Christmas present: a framed picture of me and the kids sitting with Santa.) V looked at me earlier, though, and said "Any kids we encounter in the next ten days aren't ours to deal with!" It's the same feeling I had when we went away mid-October, and I love it.
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