I'm wrapping up day two of "My kids are at camp!" euphoria with a little less enthusiasm than I started the day with.
Sure, I'm having a great time doing whatever I feel like and have already packed in some of favorite things:
A Sunday afternoon antique auction
Hunting for treasures in a dealer friend's garage
Hitting T.J. Maxx and Tuesday Morning without the kids
Napping during this afternoon's thunderstorm
Rearranging my living room (again)!
But even without my stinkerdoodles here the mama bear in me keeps whispering to me.
I hope the boys:
Remembered to brush their teeth
Were safe in the storms that swept up the east coast
Are having a great time
but, maybe, they
missed their mama just a teensy tiny bit!?
I'm hoping day three will bring a little less worry.
I do however, know it's going to bring:
breakfast with the barn girls
an afternoon auction in the country
And an evening curled up with three new decorating magazines that arrived in today's mail!
Do you think they remembered to say their prayers?