So Friday morning instead of going to work I got to go to the "Honors" mass at Saint Whotheheck because CoCo has achieved "Highest Honors" (Straight A with no A-). She gets her brains from some recessive gene...but I digress.
So I got to leisurely drive the girls to school, and chat with firends, and make fun of Fr. Mike, and then go out for breakfast afterwards with my friend Jeanie. I miss it. Being able to be enmeshed in this community of supportive women, which I completely took for granted when I was at home.
Michelle, Jeanie, Mary Kay and I all sat together and laughed and shared inside jokes. I got 3 million hugs from other moms. It was heaven.
It made me long for a time when my time was my own.
When weekends actually meant relaxation instead of harried seemingly endless preparations for the week to come. So many nights I let the laundry go and it literally piles up for the weekend.
Mondays were always a little hectic but not impossible, like they are now. IM.POSS.I.BLE!
I came home and packed for my Indianapolis trip....sigh. This weekend would be even shorter than usual.
Now I'm not complaining about having a job. Especially with the economy where it is. But, every once in while I get a little sad thinking about my life at home. and I miss it.
And now I'm off to fold laundry...6 million peices of laundry.