My mom, Oma, has the kids for a couple of nights. I needed a bit of time to myself. The kids were excited.
They LOVE Mom's garden. It certainly is a magical place where you can imagine fairies and gnomes would live. Thye love to take the double-decker bus with Oma. They go to the bakery and downtown to see the sights.
I think they may even go swimming at the pool today.
I am so glad they have a place where they feel excited to go, know they are loved and I know that my mom has a vested interest in their survival....They'll be okay.
But me? I think too much! It feels quiet and echo-ey without their constant squeals and flinging of various toys and food....But I need it. I just can't help feeling guilty when I get it. Is that normal?
Ca’ di Pesa Magic
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