“I’d be yours if you’d be mine…..
So love the one you hold, and I will be your goal
To have and to hold, lover of the light.” – Mumford and Sons
Steve’s been home for a month now. Ever since he got back I’ve been wanting some quality family time and some quality one-on-one time. We have spent a lot (and I mean A LOT) of time together lately, which is what I wanted, but it hasn’t exactly been how I pictured it in my head.
Instead of sweet family time, we’ve gotten a lot of this:
Which has led to a lot of this:
Which has ultimately led to a lot of this:
And following along with the not-so-ideal-family-time theme, we thought this was a good time to remodel two bathrooms:
And then finally, just when I thought I was at the end of my rope, the gods returned my baby to me….and then he pooped in the tub and thought it was hilarious (such a boy):
We still have some work to do in the separation anxiety department, but for now I’ll take what I can get.
In the midst of all the crazy, we’ve actually had some great family time! Graham got to hang out with some of his cousins at Easter in Blackstone AND he went to his first baseball game!
I’m still waiting for a proper date with Steve – just the two of us. It’ll happen eventually. In the meantime, we’ve made-do and settled for in-home foam rolling dates. Nothing says “love” quite like laughing hysterically while inflicting pain (for the greater good of your muscles) on your loved one.
I think the moral of this story is to be careful what you wish for….you just might get it!