This past week, I attended Blissdom, a huge blogging conference with over 700 women (and a handful of men). I left my husband and my kids for a few days (I left Wednesday and returned Sunday). After the initial feelings of freedom, I also wrestled with the usual mom guilt of leaving my kids. I really don’t know if that ever gets easier, but at the same time, a few days away can really help you refocus and rejuvenate from the usual routine. Attending this conference was amazing for me, and I have so much to share once I can sift through it all and make some plans. But one of the best parts of my conference was coming home to my family.
3 ways I know my family missed me
My house was CLEAN.
This was amazing. The toys were picked up, the playroom was (kind of) put together, and our bedroom was freshly painted. My husband truly went above and beyond, and even enlisted the kids to help! I imagine many of you are like me and this is a rarity. And one to be treasured.
My kids didn’t bicker once.
I’m still in a state of shock over this one. When I came in the door, after they threw themselves at me, they each sat on one side of me on the couch, clinging for dear life. Typically, my kids bicker for where they’re going to sit, who gets to be on which side, who is kicking the other one… the list goes on and on. But last night, there was an hour of perfect harmony. Talk about Bliss!
My husband made dinner.
When we were first married, I did not cook. I had been a single woman who worked, went out, and loved takeout. Who needed to cook? Of course, as the years progressed, we added children, and my husband’s work days extended, it became apparent someone had to feed this family. It turned out that it had to be me (when can kids cook anyway??). Anyway, once I took this task on, my husband forgot that he knew how to cook. Seriously. But last night? I had a full meal waiting to eat when the kids went to bed, so it was a mini-date on top of it.
Sigh. It’s good to be home.