I need a break. I need a break. I need a break. This has been my mantra for the past three days as I have seen hide nor hair of my husband. He has been busy at work, to say the least. Right now both little girls are with their Grandma, and it is quiet here. I have my break. It was great. I say "was" because now that five hours have passed, I miss them! Terribly! I want them back! Can any of you other sahm's relate? Or am I just crazy?
***edited: I should add that after I handed them over to my mother, I went to the mall with a friend and then out to dinner with her. I haven't been to a mall since before Maddie was born. I guess that's why I feel like ok, break's over.