It's hard to believe that Stretch has only been home a week. It feels like so much has happened, yet nothing has really happened, all at once. Mainly, it feels like he was never away.
Granted, we haven't gotten back into a normal work routine with him yet. And that's fine by me. It has been FABULOUS to have another parent around. Especially when I came down with something. I think Guard Wife has a point: they probably do bring all sorts of lovely germs back with them AND our bodies finally say "enough already, I'm run down and I'm going to bed now that there's back-up!"
Other than that little hiccup (I'm better but still not 100%), things have been really good. We've had a wonderful reunion. The girls have loved having their Daddy back. And he's been good about not letting them run wild. In fact, he's been the primary disciplinarian for the past week, a role I'm more than happy to relinquish! I'll admit that it's a bit galling that they (still) listen to him much better than to me, but I'm going to chalk that up to them being around me so much more that I probably just sound like the teacher from the Peanuts cartoons.
We're probably still in the honeymoon phase. But that's okay. I'll take it as long as it lasts!