I am so excited. I can’t sleep. I keep tossing and turning, so I decided to get up and write this post. Trace is beside me right now. I know bad mom – a five year old should not be up after midnight, but I think he feels the same electricity I do, as we wait for daddy and big brother JJ to come home.
It’s been 9 days since I’ve seen them. 9 days Trace and I have been on our own. And believe it or not, I’ve never gone more than 3 days without either my husband or kids. So this was challenging to say the least.
I’m not going to lie though. The time apart was actually really good for both my husband I. I’m also glad and that both my son and FD got to spend some much needed time together. Lately they haven’t been getting along. Dad’s been ragging on kid and kid hasn’t been listening or paying attention. JJ is almost 13, so basically thinks he knows it all, and his ears have somehow been taken by someone and not returned.
It also sucked though.
Waking up Christmas morning without Daddy and JJ wasn’t easy. The house felt empty and lonley. The rooms unfilled without them. Mind you I had less laundry to do, and realized that Trace and I are not the ones making the mess of things – LOL (reminder to self) talk to the boys about that.
However sometimes in life you have to do what is right – not for yourself, but for someone else. JJ needed to see his grandparents. He needed to spend time with them. He needed to see how his dad’s (step dad or not) relationship with his father (also step dad) how great it is, and that blood isn’t always thicker than water.
Being a family isn’t about always being related. It’s about loving one another. It’s about caring about the other person who has been there for you. Family is what you make it, and so far I’ve think we’ve done okay. We might not always agree with each other, but heck – what family does.
It’s now almost two in the morning and I’m so tired. I can’t wait to see my boys. I missed them. I want hugs, kisses and lots of info on what a great time they had.
That’s the best part about family. Sharing things with each other. Of that I’ll never grow tired, and I’ll never stop wanting to see them or talk to them, because even when we aren’t together. We are still close.
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