I survived the first week back to work after break. An always difficult transition that involves guilt, excitement, sadness, and joy. A lovely dinner of pasta and salad helped to finish off this week.
I came home most days later than I wanted and found the boys were often sleeping: sometimes in their own beds, sometimes piled in our bed, or even scattered on the couch.
But I missed crazy hair at the park.
Motorcycle riding down the street.
Or the afternoon this week where the boys found a real rainbow in their room.
They could touch it and see it and even put in on their faces!
That is magical.