I sat down here, on the couch and breathed. They were all in bed. Then I heard Carter's voice carry down from the stairs as he cheerily read the book to his brother with only the hall light on.
Oh, I didn't feel guilty. I felt proud.
Until Ivy skittered down to pick out her book and I growled GO TO BED. Yes I might have said it just like that.
I made them their favorite dinner, from scratch. And brownies. With mini Hershey's Kisses dropped in. I let them have ice cream with their brownies. I played "checkers" with Ivy aka flipping over Rook cards and matching the colored numbers. I even let them all stay up a little late to finish their swords of cardboard and glued crayons- brand new crayons at that.
I hope they'll only remember the good parts of me. I hope my heart remembers my good parts, too.