Wow, I feel like a mom!
My cute, little cousin (well, little-ish really, you know the ones that will forever be like 8 years old!) and her husband are visiting us here in the desolate, land of brown, or so they call it… possibly showing off because back home looks like this!
She is considering post-graduate schooling here and thought it prudent to see if they liked life in the Great White North before committing… so far, they are not impressed with the start of spring, or rather, the tail end of winter… you know, when the litter becomes glaringly visible on grass that was previously covered with beautiful white blankets, or when the trees are neither breathtakingly decorated with snowflakes nor brilliantly colourful in it’s warm autumn attire.
Yesterday we took them out for about 8 hours, and again today for about 4 hours, all the while with my youngest 2 sons in tow, and when we left them, with their shiny, happy faces, the mousehunter and I looked at each other with that “damn, we’re old!”, tired, ready for bed and it’s only 6pm, kind of look! And as I was saying “take care” for about the hundredth time, I thought… “OMG! I am such a mommy!”
