to be a family again! Paul got home yesterday morning after taking the red-eye from San Fran on Friday night. What a sight for sore eyes! The kids were sooooooooo excited to see their dad on their "home turf." I don't think Ethan let Paul out of his sight all day; I've never heard that kid talk so much! And Sadie followed him around like a little puppy dog, throwing herself at his legs in loving embraces. I was effectively dropped like a hot potato the moment the kids laid eyes on Paul, and for once I am completely okay with that.
Too bad Paul is so jet-lagged or maybe I could have taken the morning off. But when your kids are psychos like ours and get up at 5:30 (Sadie) and 6:10 (Ethan), it's pretty hard to convince yourself to rouse someone who basically didn't sleep for 36 hours (and is still three time zones behind). Maybe next weekend.
And let me just say that the re-organizing/clutter* removal began the minute Paul walked in the door. That man just can't relax. Love you, babe!
*clutter is in the eye of the beholder, and our eyes behold things quite differently