Oh, I'm still here.

It Tuesday, my dears, and I think I've been away from you for a week. I've been tired. I think my week in Boise (with two kids, sans husband) sucked the life right out of me. And having Mr. Keller gone hunting through the weekend may have almost sent me over the edge. I even attempted taking both to church by myself, which, sure as hell will be the last time I ever do that. At least for a while. 

Kricket came to stay with us on Thursday so we wouldn't have to be alone while Jar was gone. It was so nice to have her here and Morgan loved it too. He bossed her around telling her what to do and when to do it, and it was the cutest thing to hear him say 'Kricket! Kricket!' over and over again. We shopped, lounged around and stayed up way too late. (I've been paying for it ever since!)

Yesterday afternoon, after laundry and dishes and whatever else, I collapsed on the couch and didn't move much at all until we went to bed. I watched the new Jane Eyre and couldn't believe how beautiful it was. So beautiful, in fact, I watched again last night. Twice in the same day, and even though I'm not the movie buying type, I will be buying it for my own this evening. There was some depth about it I must have been craving. The thing about motherhood is honestly, who has time to read? Or write, for that matter. But if I don't write a little, I go crazy. So reading most definitely goes by the wayside. But the Bronte sisters, my goodness. I will need a time-out soon, so I can dust off my copies of Jane and Wuthering Heights. Old friends of mine, they are. And I need to wrap my arms around their pages soon.

As for my children, I swear they've grown. I blink and they grow. And they get sillier and louder by the day. Jared thanked me the other day for helping them become who they are supposed to be. I think that's a motherhood responsibility that never does end, and I'm so glad to be the one doing it. I'm so glad to be a mom. To be the maker of tradition and the creator of a home.

Here's to Tuesday. Carry on, my dears. Carry on. 

PS - Did Kricket and I paint the door midnight blue while Mr. Keller was gone?

Oh yes we did.