I returned home to my dirty clothes still on the floor where I left them on my bathroom floor, the laundry I had folded piled high on the dryer, and a completely empty fridge.
It wasn't exactly the welcome home I wished for.
Even with my mom here watching the kids. Even with only two kids and not three.
I could list out a thousand evens.
Of course, a few spots on the carpet and couch had been steam-cleaned.
But like every single time I go away, they're in a holding pattern.
It's certainly no worse than it was when I left. But it's no better.
And really, I should be thankful. Everyone is alive and fed. Clean and bathed. Mostly happy.
And apparently it's just my job to pick up dirty clothes, put away laundry, and go grocery shopping.