For the first half of this weekend I hobbled around as if my right leg had been amputated at the knee. Steve was away and I was parenting solo. Two bedtimes all alone. Growing up my dad was (and still is) a trucker who was gone all week and home on the weekends. I truly have no idea how my mom managed. I listened to Car Talk and drank my coffee while Silas played on the porch. We headed to the market where we heard some music, mingled with friends, drank a strawberry smoothie, and lingered for as long as possible. Silas blessed mama with a good nap and our afternoon was spent roaming thrift and grocery stores. Home to an empty house and an unexpected call from papa: home early. Bliss.
We celebrated with bacon breakfasts and lots of making...lemon rosemary spritzers, bread, scones, and a big dinner for three. After Silas went to bed we watched Big Brother, indulging in our shared love of bad reality TV. Right now, our money's on Frank for the win.
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