It's Friday and J is coming home. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see the weekend. The kids are excited to see their dad. It's too bad he gets home too late tonight to keep them up. Either way, they're going to wake up tomorrow and run into our room and jump on him. I can't wait to see that reunion.
We've had a good two weeks. Long but good. Lots of playdates and dinners out, a lot of relaxed routines and later-than-usual bedtimes, but we survived. I'd say we even did well.