While the kids are away...
On the heels of an intense degree and a puppy tragedy, I was suffering from what we called in nursing school "caregiver fatigue." My mom is a saint and offered to take my kids to her house for a week so I could have some time to recover. Bless that woman! I cleaned, I showered every.single.day. I went to the temple and on long bike rides, met up for lunch dates at places without chicken nuggets or playgrounds, and I read lots and lots. My babies come home tomorrow and I am oh so ready to have them back. I feels so GOOD to miss them! Evan and I decided to take full advantage of our freedom this weekend and disappeared into the red rocks for a serious recharge. May we recommend:
This tin foil dinner recipe
Oh how glad I am I married this mountain man.