Well, what was supposed to be a nice little vacation in the middle of Aaron’s week-long work trip, turned into the three of us stuck in bed with a stomach virus throwing up. I was looking forward to trips to the beach, exploring downtown, going to the Aquarium and getting a couple of projects done but life doesn’t always go according to plan. When we all weren’t throwing up we played “tea party” on the porch and took short walks around my Mom’s neighborhood for a dose of Vitamin D.
This trip made me realize that there really is no place like home and that “home” isn’t the place where I grew up anymore. “Home” is now our quaint little Brooklyn walk-up apartment where tiny footsteps barrel down the hallway and giggles are heard coming from the other room. It is where I order dinner from Seamless because I’m too tired to cook, where one too many episodes of Sofia the First are watched, and where we can stay in bed snuggling all morning long because there is nothing we think we are “missing out” on.
It is hard realizing I’m the grown-up now; that I’m the one who is taking care of everyone and there isn’t always someone there to take care of me. I have to be the one who is washing sheets, doing laundry, holding Edith’s bucket to throw up in while holding mine at the same time, and giving everyone three baths in the same night. It is exhausting and it is work and it is love.
Luckily last night we all made it home in one piece with no one showing any symptoms of being sick anymore so I will spend the rest of the day snuggled up in bed with my girls, taking it easy, happy to be home.