Even though my sleep was poor last night, when The Boy said he wanted to stay home, I acquiesced. I know that some day, I will remember all these days I had at home and regret that my children are grown and gone. I will wish to hear my four year old's sweet voice again, when he only calls once a month from his work in an oil field in Ghana. The missed nap that occurred because he couldn't be quiet is nothing compared to the extra time I get with them both, sitting on the floor, a jungle gym for both my children, squealing and laughing.
It is the best of times, really.
Especially when there's chocolate pudding in the kitchen I can eat by the shovelfull directly from the container. Somehow it makes it all better.
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