Plans, right

I've been on vacation for weeks. I had this plan of actually writing an entry every single day to get back in the habit. We can see exactly how far that has gotten. And all those other things I thought I might do have also not been done. I guess I'll get started.

I hauled the kids down to my parents' house without Trouble (or any other adult) on the train. It went shockingly well. None of us had a melt down, including me. The kids were in top form in Chicago where we got several compliments on how well we were doing. And good form in DC. They even ate, which they do not do well when they are over stimulated. And Huxley napped at nap time. And Turing slept on the top bunk despite being beyond excited.

Eating on the train was weird as I presume it was What People Eat Normally. Not a single fruit or vegetable. Well, potato chips, I guess. Or juice. It was all white bread and soda. Not really my usual style. But the kids ate their french toast and their Mac and cheese and continued to function. And we went back to our room and pulled out the dried fruit and soy milk.

It was good that I had a week at home to clean my basement before coming on this trip, so I could warm up to being a mom again. The basement was almost done when I left. And the main goals (find the floor, get to the appliances, change furnace filter) were accomplished. It felt good except that it felt bad that I spent my vacation week cleaning my f'n basement instead of anything else. Like, say, sewing.

In any case, I was all warmed up to be All Mom All The Time by the time I left. I lasted an entire week before Needing a little time to myself. Go me. This is good since I'll be back in medical school in 10 days and never see my kids again until June.