tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419950376125528057.post7285949853651968064..comments2024-01-03T07:11:46.944-06:00Comments on On the Doorstep: Here and Gone: When the Kids Aren't HomeLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09678523115908249689noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419950376125528057.post-67085115103452314682013-06-20T12:03:55.944-05:002013-06-20T12:03:55.944-05:00Oh, Rita. Thank you so much. Your comment made me ...Oh, Rita. Thank you so much. Your comment made me feel so much better. Especially the wine part. :) On the upside of this deal, I have thrown out 30 billion back issues of Sports Illustrated, cleaned under the beds, and read multiple magazines cover to cover without being interrupted. And they'll be home on Sunday! Yay! Cue besotted Mom talk! Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09678523115908249689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6419950376125528057.post-14218644174131649732013-06-20T09:17:25.175-05:002013-06-20T09:17:25.175-05:00Oh, Laura. I know every word of this. Initially bo...Oh, Laura. I know every word of this. Initially both of my kids were on the 50/50 plan. My son still is (but my daughter is with me more). The first few raw years all the weeks felt so hard. The weeks with them because I couldn't keep up, the weeks without them because I missed them so much. It felt like feast (to the point of painful discomfort) or famine, all the time.<br /><br />My son is gone on a 2-week trip with his dad right now. I know, too, the way you plan all the things you'll get done in their absence, and how the time gets piddled away because your heart just isn't in it. Once again, wishing you lived here in Oregon. I'd come over and we could scape some paint together. We'd drink wine while doing it, and talk besotted mom talk about the boys we miss.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04227597091783239454noreply@blogger.com