I love my children madly, but I am giddy with delight that my brother agreed to take them for the weekend.
The Big Man and I are blissfully typing away at our computers in an urchin-free family room. We can hear ourselves think and even occasionally look up and speak whole sentences to one another.
I know I will miss them by Sunday night, but for now I'm euphoric. February is truly the longest month of the year for homeschooling moms, especially those of us with four boys in a tiny snowcovered house that lacks a basement. (Can anyone say, special place in heaven, reservation for one?)