T has been out of pocket for the last few days, so in an effort to not spend one more moment in the apartment than necessary, I took the girls to McDonald's for "lunch and a little run around like crazy people in the play area" time.
After they had eaten most of their Happy Meals, shoes and socks were shed and the playing commenced. Mini-Me came back over to get one more bite of her plain cheeseburger, (Seriously, whose kid is this?) and Mini-T walked up behind her saying, "Wet's pway Way-a!" Of course Mini-Me was happy to oblige.
And do you know what I did? Pulled my book out and read. And then I realized, I'm now the mom who can sit with her kids at a play area and well, sit. I didn't have to fetch a stuck toddler, or keep a baby entertained in a stroller, or help in any way. Whatever needed to be done could have easily been handled by the 5 (and 1/2, she'll tell you) year old. She even took Mini-T to the potty. And I continued to read.
I will most certainly miss lots of things about my babies. Sweet, precious, can't talk back to you babies. But, I could definitely get used to this....sweet, precious, can talk to you and tell you what's wrong, where it hurts, and how much they love you, children.