My sister visited for a few days. I am having withdrawal. Withdrawal from sitting around drinking warm (not cold from me from forgetting it too many times) coffee and chatting while my niece and nephews entertained my kids. Withdrawal from talking to an adult. Withdrawal from having people (and noise and chaos) around.
Z slept in our room, on the floor, while my sister and her kids were here. He sat up early in the morning, while it was still dark, and lovingly rubbed his blankie across his face. He sniffed it, and held it close to his eyes. "Mama, there are no frogs on my blankie anymore!"
I opened the shade a little, and said, "Z, that is because you are holding my dirty sock!"
He was all embarrassed!
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