Today, almost 18 months to the day after Anja was born, is the first time I have been alone in my house since then. Isn’t that crazy?
And it’s only for half an hour. We got let out of work early because of the blizzard (and it has to be BAD for that to happen–we got about 4 inches in an hour and a half), and I had to stop home to change clothes (soaked from brushing off my car) and get my snowboots before the trip to daycare to pick her up.
A half hour of solitude every year and a half…is that what motherhood is really like? My instincts tell me…yes.