I took my girls home last Saturday. My house seems so empty now. Who would have thought that going from a family of seven to a family of five could make such a big difference? So now my life is back, you remember the one I wasn't sure if I wanted to give up, and I don't have any idea what to do with it. Free time is a problem that works itself out. Just when I start to enjoy it something new will come up.
I miss having somebody to take to the pool, and somebody to kiss good night, and climb into my bed in the middle of the night. I miss watching them ride their bikes, curling them into my lap when we watched t.v., making somebody so happy they jumped up and down just by offering them ice cream.
I don't miss changing the sheets in the middle of the night when one of them wet my bed. There are not many ways worse to be woke up than by slowly realizing that the warm liquid soaking into your t-shirt is urine. I don't miss having to find a babysitter when I have to work. Every one of the things on this list are worth it if I can have the things in the first list.
Really though what I want the most is for them to live with their mother because that is what is best for the three of them.
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